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can you write gentle fem reader x bottom dazai smut…,.

FAIR SKIN AND RED ROPE

osamu dazai x reader | nsfw

cw! female reader, bottom dazai, shibari, SO SOFT sex, implied multiple rounds, vaginal sex, dacryphilia, soft femdom reader, mention of self-harm scars, slight pain kink, unprotected sex

thank you for the request! usually when I write reader I put myself into them which is just sub reader but imma try top reader just for you <3

"Oh sweet baby~"

Your hips bounced against his own. Wrist flicking back; holding the red rope tight. A moan came down from the man below you.

He moaned your name. You didn't miss the way tears rolled down his face due to the immense pleasure of rope against his skin, and your tight heat around him.

White was across his stomach, and some into the crevices in his skin. He was twitching wildly and overstimulated, as you were.

So sore and red but you couldn't stop yourself. You needed him and he needed you.

"Osamu~"

Your hands trailed down the rope that dug into the man's skin. He moaned at you subtle touch. His hips writhing up which caused a loud moan from you.

"Stop that!" You lightly slapped his thigh, and your grip on the rope tightened. He moaned from the slight pain erupting from the rope digging in. "You gotta behave, honey." You caressed his face so sweetly.

"Beladonna!" His lips caught you a sweet and passionate kiss. "You're so good for me." You hand petted his hair as your hips slammed down on him. Your own weight crashing down on his rather weak body (at the moment).

On any normal day, he'd overpower you, but right it was you who was in control.

Tears crying from everything. From your tight walls to your sweet praise Dazai drooled like a dog. His arms were weak and asleep painfully from not being able to use them.

He found himself loving to be at your beck and call. Beneath you and worshipping you, for you were found to be his everything.

"C'mon, cum for me, Osamu." You moaned for him. Your own legs shaking as you chased for your own release as well. "Do it." You're hands played with his hair as he sobbed from the pleasure.

It was too much and he loved it. "Ah- Bela!"

He was too sweet, despite his monstrous past. You loved this changed man and he was utterly weak against your gentle touch.

You shuddered as you came with him. Osamu's head back with a strained noise coming from him.

You lightly giggled. Coming down on his you kissed his neck and moved down to bite a hickey into his scarred neck. Your hands trailed down sides.

He moaned strangled as your hips began to grind on his soft cock between your hot walls. "Fuck!" He cried.

You only laughed.

"Be a good boy for me, would ya?"

He runs his fingers through your hair and feels scabs on your scalp from wounds, he didn't know you got. He doesn't remember you getting hurt and is now very worried.

You didn't want him to know.

Reader x any bsd character you want.

🎀"LITTLE BAMBI EYES"🎀

chuuya nakahara x reader | sfw

cw! implied/referenced abuse, romantic relationship, descriptions of injury, friends to lovers, abuse from an ex lover, gn! reader, hurt comfort

thank you for the request! this felt very fitting for chuuya so I hope you liked this rendition!

It wasn't hard for you not notice how he stilled. Chuuya's fingers lingered atop your head.

Dread seeped in your chest, and the underlining anxiety was laced in your stomach. Eyes watering as you remembered how it happened.

That push to the cabinet. The bruises on your back ached. How that god damn glass bottle came crashing down on your head. The neighbor from across the hall breaking in and taking them down.

Blood gushing and dirtying your head. The neighbor calling the police as his wife held you; comforting you as you cried. Trying to clean your bleeding head.

Never did you tell Chuuya. You're best friend, who was in the damn mafia. Easily you could have told him, and they would have been taken care, but you were too sweet for that.

Neither did you want to bother Chuuya with it.

You dealt with the situation on your own. For days at a time you recovered and spent time with Chuuya when he had the time. Never did he mention it.

The court date echoed in the back of you mind. Having to face them and confront them for they had done.

Chuuya had long ago told you they weren't good for you. You refused his offer of help. You didn't wish to burden him.

His gloved fingers felt the pressure of scabs on your scalp. Hues looking down to see the paint redness and brown of healing marks and dried blood.

In doing so you curled up to avoid his appointing gaze. Your name was said quietly. His voice careful but there was the tone of anger and worry. Angry at who did this to you, and the worry for you.

You said nothing. You're body scottimg away from him. He allowed it and stared at you as you did so.

The TV blared loudly. The blanket on the couch was used to hide your self. Instinctively you reached for your head. An itch from was strong.

You should have left him earlier-

"Hey don't do that." His bigger hands stopped the hand to your scalp. Your face embedded into the blanket, refusing to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. Tears flooding down your face. You went to pull your hair but once again he caught your wrists inside him gloved hands. "Stop that."

Your name on his tongue was velvety and gentle. So much kinder than them. "What happened?" Darkness leaked out like water in a broken glass vase. Seeping out in small amounts.

It's up to you stop him from bursting out, and ruining the beautiful wooden table.

You whimpered. Softly you recounted the events of what happened to you. The court date and how terrified you were. Never wanting to burden him with your problems, especially him saying they were bad for you.

You didn't listen.

You had your reasons for staying, but either way he had told you.

Now, look where it lead you.

Hands cupped your face. Leather fabric ruffling as it crunched up. Chuuya's face serious with the fiercest loyalty. "Don't be sorry. Don't blame yourself."

Despite his small frame his embrace was warm. His very hold was overpowering. His short height seemingly bigger than ever. You were small now, and he protected you like a wolf protected its cub.

"Chuuya...But..."

His gloved hand draped over your head and felt those scabs. His leather fingers caught the residue of dried blood from scratching, picking, and pulling.

"You poor thing. Dollface, don't do this. Don't hurt yourself." You've never seen him so soft for you.

He pulled away. Holding your shoulders firm. Worry and concern with loyalty in his hold. Redness in his face. A beating loud heart in both his and yours.

He had harbored his feelings for the longest time.

You held yours, but never left for him. The fear of them doing something to him, if possible, and anyone else scared you. They would follow you to the deepest hell just to torture you.

"I'll be there. At court and be there for you." A head pat to your head. "To be your strength, and you'll stand strong. I know you can."

Tears were shed from you. Your eyes were head. Fat and hot, similar to the blood gushing from your head.

You clung to him. Feeling smaller than ever, but also loved. Chuuya held you close. His heartbeat loud in your eyes as you cried.

Kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

"I'll be here always. No matter what happens."

could u maybe maybe maybe write smut for ranpo (ik u just did one but im still hungry😞) x reader

🎀"THE PASSION OF EROS"🎀

ranpo edogawa x reader | nsfw

cw! aphrodisiac, female reader, top! ranpo, sub reader, low-key self-indulgent, vaginal penetration, semi-public, office sex, first time (I like drama), unprotected sex, explicit consent, fingering, oral (ranpo receiving), rough sex maybe???

thank you for the request! I'm happy to serve more ranpo content. if you can't tell im still a bit rusty on writing smut lol

"When are you going to be done!?"

You laughed lightly from Ranpo's groaning across the room. You sat in your seat that was beside Atsushi's empty desk working on paperwork and such.

"Kunikida will have my head if I don't finish this."

The childish man groaned again as his chair turned in circles. He kicked his feet like a child. The crackles of plastic and chip bags filled the air as did your light laughter.

He hopped from his seat and rummaged through his desk looking for snacks. You rolled your eyes as he did so. You continued with your work with a smile.

While boring Ranpo had stayed to keep you company. Never would your boyfriend confess to you that he was simply clingy. After all, he needed help getting home, and yet despite his complaining he stayed.

In other words he loved you.

Despite all your shy nature, he loved you nonetheless. Anxiety and all. Ranpo was all you could ever ask for.

While surfing around for snacks Ranpo came across a certain box of chocolates. It ones that you bought without a thought when you were given the task of getting Ranpo snacks. This was one of them he hadn't eaten yet.

Without a care, he opened the box with enthusiasm.

"Hey! Come get one!"

"Oh!"

You got up from your chair with tiny movements. The detective grinned at you. His eyes opened to reveal his green eyes; just to tease you.

Rather sadistically, he liked seeing you writhe in front of him.

"Don't look at me like that..."

You mumbled as you took one chocolate from the plastic tray. The detective surprisingly put another into your hand. His green eyes still bright and narrowed.

"Cute." He booped your nose. You gasped and quickly went back to your seat to resume your work. Ranpo cackled as he popped numerous chocolate bites into his mouth.

"Stupid Ranpo..." You whispered gently as you snacked on the two pieces of chocolates. A sweet milk chocolate taste with a hint of something else in the taste. You curved a brow at the odd taste.

A good taste. Sweet and intoxicating.

The heat of your cheeks seemed to feel hotter about 2 minutes into continuing your work. There was wetness in your undergarments below. You were beginning to get worried because why were hot in your clothes.

"Ranpo-" You started to say but as you moved in your chair it became like a moan. When you heard it you covered your mouth with your hand.

Looking over you saw Ranpo with his head on his desk. His hat was flat on the desk and his brown overcoat was left abandoned on the floor beside his chair. He made a sound that was hard to hear. Looking at the desk the box of chocolates was empty; presumably eaten by Ranpo.

You didn't dare speak afraid you would moan Ranpo's name in such a manner. You stood from your chair and stumbled. Catching yourself on the desk with trembling arms. Papers were crumpled as you tried to retain yourself.

The wetness lower down made itself known that you were standing. The heat trapped below was hard to deny the cold to. Sure, your boyfriend was there but the anxiety of baring your body to him was undeniable.

You were still exempt from any sexual experience with one another. Ranpo himself hadn't had many but still enough that he knew what he was doing. He was patient and allowed you to take your time to get the courage.

Now here you were wet and craving for his arms around you and relishing you. Fantasies ran deep in your mind and you writhed in it. The wiggling of your hips and the noises that wanted to come out. Your thighs rubbed together and that made you breathe a breathless moan.

On the other side of the room, Ranpo's head looked up to see you standing and suffering from this unseen revolution. His cheeks flushed and hot. His cock was hot and tight in his boxers and pants.

He heard your voice moan his voice, and by God, it awoke something in him. Sweaty hands craved to grab your hips and rid yourself of this unfortunate situation.

His eyes went to the empty box of chocolate, and already he saw why the two of you were in this predicament. He weakly grinned as he clawed at his pants to keep his sanity intact. A strangled call of your name was expressed from his lips.

His heavy cock was too constricted. Hips moving which caused friction. Ranpo gasped as one hand held onto the desk. Numerous things fell or rattled due to the harsh slam he made.

It turned him on to hear you making tiny sounds as the chocolate, the aphrodisiac take upon a vicious attack, upon your poor body. Ranpo's mouth craved you and he needed you now or he'd burst.

In all honesty, he was close to tears.

Though it seemed you were the first to break.

Your chair hit the wall and you collapsed onto the ground with tears in your eyes. Skirt ruffled which revealed the less opaque tights you wore. The blouse was unbuttoned and the ribbon bowtie loosened.

Ranpo couldn't have you be like that. As much of a big shot, he'd like to say he was this sight of you...on the ground and crying due to the overwhelming pressure of pleasure and want.

Your first time.

He didn't want it to happen like this, but unfortunately, life didn't plan around Ranpo's wants. So leading forward he got up from his chair with heavy legs. Much more loudly he called for you while pulling at his tie hastily.

"Ranpo-"

Your hands pressed against your tights and right there you felt pleasure but it was unbearable. You felt empty and hot. It was too uncomfortable right now. You needed Ranpo right now.

Like a good girl, you crawled to him.

Just as you did Ranpo was walking towards you.

You're body came up and you sat on your knees. Ranpo's grabbed onto your shoulders as you clung to his pants. Once again you pleaded to him desperately.

"Hey, are you sure-"

"Yes! Yes!"

Ranpo huffed. His hands tightened around your shoulders. His eyes were open and green as they stared into your teary hues. "Are you able to understand what you're asking me?" He struggled. It was too hot. "C'mon, it's your..."

Before he could finish you fumbled with his vest buttons and soon where his cock lay heavy. "I'll be good. So good!" You were crying and had no control of your sexual wants.

"Please don't deny me..."

That was the last straw.

In fast movements, his hands removed your hands from his crotch. Your hues are wide and teary as he removes himself from the confinements of fabric and thread.

There his cock lay heavy and thick. Ranpo cried your name as you grabbed him gently with a firm grip. You radiated heat as you came closer to the organ.

Confusion was clear in your eyes but you tried. Jerky movements which caused Ranpo to groan. "Like this." He drawled out as he helped you jerk him off. "There you go, and now take me in this pretty mouth of yours."

The detective groaned with shaky legs. The hot caven that was inside your mouth was hot and felt so good. He craved more of you. "I'm sorry-" It was so unlike him to say such a thing but he truly was. His hand pushed you down.

You made a noise and vibrations were sent up. "God! Fuck!" He held your head down. Ranpo was drooling as you moved against his hand on your head. Hot hands of yours clinging to his still-clothed thighs.

You were practically soaked but even you couldn't break the tights. You felt so weak despite moving your head and pleasing Ranpo quickly. You wanted him to please you too.

"I'm gonna-" He gasped out. You looked paler and so he removed your head. You felt the relief of air in your lungs, but that didn't last long. Ranpo smashed his lips into yours. You whined into the kiss as he maneuvered you to stand and onto Atsushi's perspective desk.

The fabric of your tights was broken due to Ranpo's fingers. You gasped which allowed for his tongue to tangle with yours. With your skirt flipped up, unbuttoned blouse, and ripped tights; you were a mess.

However, Ranpo was just as messed up. His tie was pulled down as well as his unbuttoned shirt. His pants were still up but his cock was allowed to hang angry and red.

Pushing aside your silky panties he pushed two digits into you. You pulled away from the kiss to moan loudly at his assault. "Ranpooo!-"

Even in his heat of mind, he chuckled. However, he didn't take the time to praise or degrade you. He simply cared about getting his dick in you, since you begged so nicely.

Holding on to his shoulders tightly as you writhed. You were relieved to have something in you, but it wasn't his cock. It was angry and red with pulsing veins. Poor Ranpo must have been in pain.

"Ranpo, I want you in me!"

"Slow down, princess."

It was so filthy. Ranpo took away his fingers and then held his heavy cock against you. You whined loudly. Your hips wiggled until Ranpo's threatening hand took one of them. "Do it- Please, please please, please-"

The two of you expressed moans when Ranpo finally found himself inside your walls. "So good...Good job Princess." He was breathless. Trying to stabilize himself between your tight heat. "God you tight." His hips struggled to enter.

Holding your head back as your hands gripped Ranpo's forearms very tightly. Moaning loudly and wrecking the things on Atsushi's desk. In your hazy mind, you promised a mental apology to the were-tiger.

The groans that were shared were glorious. Ranpo met you fully by the pelvis, and you were full beyond belief. You always dreamed of taking him, but your anxiety and naivety made it hard for you. Wanted to please Ranpo so bad, and he was so patient with you despite his childish behavior.

Within your messed up mind due to the aphrodisiac, you were glad this was happening. Even if unconventional you were able to share this with him and begged for him so well he complied.

Almost immediately Ranpo moved his hips fast and rough. The thrusts end with a harsh hit to the bone. A sweet spot in your crevice was hit multiple times. Your nails scratched the fabric on his face while he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Papers and numerous other things hit the floor but neither of you cared. Way too wrapped up in yourselves to care about anything except each other.

With a need for air, you two separated. Ranpo's hands remained on your hips, while your arms wrapped around his neck. It was all one hot mess as you guys had sex in your clothes and looked disheveled.

"I'm gonna cum, Ranpo-"

Your voice slurred out his name. "Come. Do it." He kissed you once again. His grip on your thighs now was firm enough to leave bruises. "My pretty girl. So good." He groaned into your ear. His thrusts became more sloppy and his moaning uncontrollable.

You came from his praise. In response, his erratic thrusts were hard and fast. His cock pulled at your sensitive folds, and you were almost screaming. Ranpo caught your lips and pushed his tongue in.

His cock throbbed as he got faster and faster, chasing his release. He ripped his head away to bundle his head in your neck as he cums in thick ribbons.

You cried in pleasure from the very feeling of him and his cum in you. "Ranpo~" You slurred through your teary eyes. Hot face and breathless pants. You and Ranpo didn't move.

The heat still hadn't gone away from you, and Ranpo was still hard. His hips moved and you hissed sharply. "Again...?" He pleaded.

You didn't answer. You only tightened his hold on your neck as he began his thrusts up again.

The agency would come to find the office hastily fixed up the next day, and you both called in sick the next morning.

🎀"THAT BOY IS A MONSTER!"🎀

ranpo edogawa x reader | nsfw

cw! female reader, vampire ranpo, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, no prep, praise kink, degradation, semi-public, balcony sex, chubby reader, teasing

The cold breeze made you shiver when you entered the balcony. The man haunted behind you with those alluring green eyes of his. You're body practically weeped at the need of his touch.

A monster such as him was a beauty as he was terrifying. His black hair was soft, and had sharp green eyes that would only show when he was about to feed off of you.

You would always give yourself to this monster.

It was the only thing you had despite you're hatred for yourself. This monster, this man of beauty was more than you could ever be, and to please him was you're new duty.

You froze as his hand came under chin and holding it with such gentleness, yet firm. His green hues staring into yours with such intensity that it made you're legs almost buckle. His leg was now between your legs, and hand holding your hip so that you wouldn't fall.

"Those are some nasty thoughts you have. They aren't fitting for you."

You flushed warm at those words. You moaned at the his touch moving to your neck and pressing down on the fabric choker you wore. The black and gray stripped chocker with black lace was pushed onto which was where two small bites laid.

"To me you're more than just a snack for me. Your blood is as sweet as you. Only my dumb girl can satisfy me. Isn't that right, my darling?"

You whimpered feeling his hot breath on you're cold neck. His touch was cold as his hands wandered your entire body. You're black dress was tugged at and your skin was touched gently. His face remained in you're neck where his teeth tugged at the fabric choker.

You're dress pooled out on the sides of balcony. Vision focused on the window where other people who were human like you partied. You're family who was nothing but horrid to you partied like nothing was wrong.

You had come alone, and he was there. This monster who you had been acquainted with ever since they locked you out of the house as punishment. You would never forget his kindness despite you being only a meat bag to his kind.

"They don't deserve you my darling. You've served me more than they ever will. You're my dumb girl who fell for a monster, and yet you understood me more than anyone."

He was so sweet with his words, and yet the words dumb girl was so demeaning. You however found touched and woozy from such words. You loved being called that name in such a toxic sweet tone.

"Please please please. Ranpo...!"

His light laugh made you cling to him. The embarrassment of the situation made you so nervous. Anyone could come by and see you. How scandalous it would be for you're family.

"Let them see, darling. They've been nothing but mindless idiots. All of them, my dear."

You jumped feeling his cold hands pulling down the top of your dress. You heaved and the corset tight around you made you wheeze. Your love, Ranpo simply laughed scornfully. It was awfully scandalous on how sleeves and front of the dress were pulled down to reveal the under dress beneath. You're breasts being show pronounced thanks to the corset.

"These darn things are so stupid. You can't breathe can you, my dumb, dumb girl."

You nodded. Feeling you're stomach bubbled with butterflies at the slight degration. You held on tightly feeling his hands travel to the back of your dress and untying the ribbons.

"Ranpo! Other's will see!"

You pleaded but the monster practically on top of your body didn't care. He only chuckled as he continued to untie, but it was also clear was being quite impatient.

"I so wish to see you look so defeated, but don't want to ruin this dress of yours. How wonderful it fits you, but I think it'll look better without this contraption around you're torso, my stupid darling."

You whined at his blunt words. Never did he hold back what he thought. You knew you that he did it for your own good, because in his eyes. After all, has a higher being, and a great detective deceiving every human around him was bound to know better.

His nimble fingers pulled at the choker and to you're surprise ripped it off. You gasp before gasping loudly when pain erupts from the neck upward. You clawed at his black jacket desperately when feeling his teeth clamped down so tight, and sucking away you're sweet and delicious blood.

Ranpo was practically drunk from drinking your blood. He was so delighted to drink his favorite snack in the entire world. You, and all you're beauty. This woman he held in his arms was his perfect match. The perfect match to the greatest detective who happened to be a monster among humans.

He heard you wheeze and moan when he bit down further. He wanted to drink more and more. Ranpo's normally cold body felt warm when drinking blood from the body he held. Like a pervert, he was overjoyed to feel your breasts against his chest. Felt the dress and eventually ripped the ribbons of the corset to release the pressure.

You gasped when finally felt relief in your lungs. You're nails continued to scratch against the black fabric of Ranpo's jacket in an attempt to not lose yourself. Eyes still set on the doors to the ballroom, but your vision was hazy. Clouded by lust you wanted to cling on so that you could relish in Ranpo's words and touch.

The pressure in your neck was uplifted and soon your mouth was filled with your blood. You moaned into the kiss which allowed Ranpo to swirl each other's tongues together. You're eyes tried to keep themselves open but they closed either way. Ranpo had a grip on your chin, and uplifting it so that you were looking at him. Unlike you Ranpo had his alluring eyes open with lustful intent.

His other hand continued to undress you. You're breasts were welcomed to the breeze. You visibly shivered feeling even more cold than before. You tried to dig yourself further into Ranpo, but the coldness of his body provided you no warmth. The cloth of his jacket barely covered you're naked shoulders. It was absolutely pointless to avoid the cold breeze.

The black silky dress was lifted up after removing the corset from behind the dress. Ranpo simply laughed when he saw you're embarrassed face.

"Oh you silly girl. How are you supposed to please me when you're wearing something that deeply upsets me."

He almost felt bad when horror crossed you're face. He wiped away the blood off you're lips with a smile and narrowed eyes.

"Do not worry, sweetheart. Just let me take the lead and do what I want, and you won't disappoint me."

Your underwear was discarded and only remaining on one leg. Thick thighs and various stretch marks greeted him. The sight made Ranpo's mouth water. The plump body that was you was something he loved about you. No matter of you hated your body he loved it. Despite being a monster Ranpo wanted to show you were perfect the way you were.

Just as you did with him.

"Ranpo...?"

The vampire laughed at you're so called question. He backed up and unbuckled his pants. You're eyes watched as his cock was revealed to the cold air. He didn't shiver or freeze when feeling the breeze come in.

"Dessert is here, my love."

His hands grabbed your hips and you're already slicked up entrance was met with Ranpo's cock. It touched you're clit which caused a jolt in your poor body. You're hands were tight on his shoulders.

You gasped when feeling him turned you around and going against the railing of the balcony. The forest was met with your eyes, and you couldn't see the man that was the only light in your life.

The only sense of color you had in this black and white life.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll be my good girl won't you? Or will you be a dumb girl and not please me like you pledged you would?"

"I'll be good! I'll be you're good girl!"

"Very good, sweetheart."

The ribbons of your dress were pulled and tied without the corset to slim you down. You visibly frozen seeing your stomach's pudge showing through the dress. Suddenly then jolting when hands grabbed your stomach so lovingly.

"Do not worry about this. I'll make you forget all about this."

He gestured to your stomach, to your entire being. His hands left your stomach and back to preparing you.

"Tell me my dear, do you think you can take me without prep?"

"Yes! Yes I can take it!"

You were so desperate to please him. Ranpo could only kiss the back of your neck. You giggled at the ticklness at your neck.

His hand on your hip was firm yet gentle. You jolted when feeling the tip of his cock touching your cunt gently. His hand held push himself further into entrance that were your velvet red insides. Ranpo licked his lips looking at your ass and thighs beneath his gaze. You wiggled just a tiny bit from feeling his heavy gaze on you.

Finally he pushed in.

You hissed in pain feeling his giant cock entering you're cunt. It felt unbelievably tight due to no prep, but you were happy despite the pain. You simply wanted to please him, and he had asked you either way. He cared about your comfort even if it wasn't framed as such.

You yelped numerous times before covering your mouth with tears in the corner of your eyes. Ranpo chuckled from behind you. He had a knack for causing you tiny amounts of pain, but nothing too bad. You enjoyed the slapping on your behind.

"Good job, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and please me by allowing me to use your body."

"Yes please, Ranpo...!"

He started with small thrusts. You moaned and cried with pleasure and pain. You gripped the cold balcony tightly because of how tight and full you felt because of Ranpo's stupid cock. It was amazing how delicious his cock felt in your cunt, and how it made you lose your mind everytime.

The top of your dress began to fall the more rough the thrusts gotten. By this point your mind was almost gone, and the coldness of the railing brought you back to reality. The potential eyes of others haunted your mind. A yelp was released from your lips due to a slap on your behind.

"Naughty girl. Thinking of other people are we? That's not very good of you, my dear. I think we should stop-"

"No no! Please don't stop, Ranpo. I don't want anyone looking at me...I only want your eyes on me, so please don't stop!"

Ranpo froze with a shocked face, but he overcame it. A wicked smile painted itself on his lips. Something in him snapped and the thrusts he was giving were becoming even more rough and fast. You were moaning and crying for him. The ice cold railing was becoming part of you the more the breeze assaulted your hot body.

The rest of the top fell and your nips were revealed to the world. Knuckles lighter than the rest of your body due to how tight you were holding on. The fullness you felt in your stomach was so distracting and so overwhelming, and yet you loved it despite the pain. However, that pain too was going away as Ranpo continued his assault on your cunt.

You squeezed his cock when the cold railing came contact with your nipple. You moaned very loudly, but luckily due to the music from inside you were not heard. You could only thank god your family, and all nobles were party animals.

Ranpo's grip on your hips got even tighter, and slammed your hips against his own. His vampiric strength always amazed you, but his intelligence was something greater. This moment however was complete heaven, because the strength he possessed allowed you give him the pleasure he wanted.

Your back arched when Ranpo hit a particular spot. Eyes went to the back of your head due to how shocking it was. That stock of a neck was grabbed onto, and Ranpo digged into his most beloved snack. You moaned feeling the familiar pain you grew to love and lust after.

A feeling you sure no one in your miserable life could understand.

Desperate, you tried to meet his thrusts. It only caused you to moan and falter because Ranpo was getting faster. The more he drank the more energy he had. The more blood that left you the more weak you became.

You choked out his name when your vision suddenly became more hazy than before. Your nails clawed at the arms that held you neck. Ranpo got the memo and released his mouth from your fleshy neck.

His thrusts stopped and you fell to your knees. Ranpo picked you up and placed you onto the balcony. You were in a daze and not nothing how if you were careful that you would fall. Luckily, Ranpo gripped your hips and pulled you back onto his cock.

You moaned loudly finally feeling full once again. The vampire groaned from being around your tight cunt. He was in heaven as he began to thrust roughly and hard. He was greeted with your sweet and intoxicating sounds.

"So good. You're magnificently good, sweetheart. Doing such a good job, even for a dumb girl, huh?"

You moaned in response. You lunged and clung to him tightly. If just felt so good, and his degrading and praising words only furthered your pleasure and love for Ranpo. He was so mean and nice at the same time. He was a man of duality.

Your legs wrapped around his waists. Your heels both fell which let the cold breeze run past your toes. Clear slapping noises were loud in his and your ears. The blaring and muffled music from inside proved meaningless. The pleasure and happiness to felt was more than any sense of fear.

"Are-Are you ready for my cum? Do you want it? Where?"

"Inside! Inside! I want to feel you inside me even when you leave!"

It wasn't a secret this relatively was taboo and forbidden. Ranpo would leave due to vampiric duties as the second oldest of his colony and his job as a detective. You missed him everytime he left and leaving you in the hell that was your life.

"Oh my sweet and poor dummy. Of course, I'll grant you the wish you so desire so that I'll be with you forever. But do not worry when my seed is gone, because my mark on your neck will be there."

You sobbed at his words.

"In fact, when you fall asleep I come to see you. I bite your neck when your asleep too. I'm sure felt my teeth in you, didn't you?"

Normally you would be shocked, but you were still in a haze. You weren't shocked, but aroused by his reveal of drinking your blood at night. Ranpo would come to visit you and leave a message to let you know he was here.

Oh how you loved this monster of a man.

"Give it to me, Ranpo! Please!"

You held no shame. You were completely enthralled with the hard pounding Ranpo was giving you. No longer were you paying attention to inside of the ballroom. Nor were you focusing on the cold hitting your breasts, face, and cunt.

Ranpo grunted and groaned loudly. He silenced himself quickly by once again biting down on your neck. His jacket was gripped tightly. Your mouth was agaped with tears streaming tears on your face.

You felt more full when Ranpo's cum began to flood. You felt as if your stomach was buldging due to the amount Ranpo was letting out of his cock. Your cunt throbbed and twitched around his cock as you went limp. Blurry vision clouded you and your mind.

The teeth in your neck released your flesh. Ranpo licked his lips, and smiled so widely upon your fucked out face. Looking upon you was an absolute delight. The top of your dress and under dress allowed your bare breasts to be assault by the wind. Dress was hiked up and it was stretched a bit more due to your body not being slimmed down.

His cock remained inside you which kept his cum inside you. You still clung to him and catching your breath.

Ranpo perked up hearing someone open the balcony doors. The detective smiled mischievously as he covered you with the jacket he wore. The person across the way didn't seem to notice them. Thankfully they were in a part of the balcony that was mostly very dark.

Your whimpers altered him. Your eyes were wide and looking at the person across the way. He called out for you while holding your face. Ranpo's cock was still in you as he cradled your face so gently.

"Why don't you run away with me?"

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dazai , chuuya , atsushi , akutagawa , ranpo , fukuzawa , fitzgerald , poe , mushitaro , sigma , fyodor , nikolai, yosano, kunikida, tachihara, jouno, techou, fyodor, nikolai, bram, ango

MORTAL KOMBAT

liu kang , kung lao, human! raiden, kitana , mileena, bi-han , scorpion! kuai liang, sub-zero! kuai liang, smoke, syzoth, ashrah , baraka, sindel, li mei, shang tsung, tanya, johhny cage, kenshi takahashi, fujin, nightwolf, hanzo hasashi (MK 9-11), erron black

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batman, battinson, superman, wonderwoman, hal jordan, barry allen, john stewart, martian manhunter, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, zatanna, john constantine, green arrow, harley quinn, poison ivy, selina kyle, sofia falcone, batfamily (platonic only!)

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steve rogers, bucky barns, peter parker, wanda maximoff, stephen strange, deadpool, wolverine, thor, loki, gambit, rouge, nightcrawler, storm, avengers (can be romantic or platonic)

MOUTHWASHING

curly, anya, daisuke, swansea, tulpar crew (platonic only!)

He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.

You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.

“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”

You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”

That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”

It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.

He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.

He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,

“You gonna behave while I read?”

You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.

His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”

He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.

“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.

So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.

Still, he doesn’t say anything.

You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.

“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.

He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”

You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.

“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”

“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”

His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.

Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”

You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”

You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.

He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.

Still, you don’t stop.

You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.

So you pull back.

Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.

And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.

This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.

You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.

But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.

Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.

He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.

You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.

And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.

His book is tossed aside without a second thought.

Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.

Then, he moves.

He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.

A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.

His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.

He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.

His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”

Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.

You can’t look away.

A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.

Behind you, he notices.

His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.

"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.

You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.

"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"

His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.

So are you.

Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—

His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.

Only then does he let go.

With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.

For a moment, neither of you move.

His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.

Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.

"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."

A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.

But he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.

"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.

You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.

"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.

The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—

A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.

At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.

Your breath hitches.

"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."

The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”

Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.

He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.

Not enough to deny himself this.

His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.

“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”

He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.

“—so fucking wet for me.”

His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.

"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."

Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.

Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.

"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."

His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."

And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.

The moment he stumbles into the apartment, you can tell he’s completely, utterly wasted. His shirt is wrinkled, one side untucked, and his hair is an absolute mess, strands sticking to his forehead. and there's a lazy, lascivious grin on his face as he sways toward you.

“Baaaaby,” he drags out the word as if it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said, arms already reaching for you before he even makes it across the room. “You’re so pretty. So, so pretty.”

You barely have time to respond before he crashes into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, his weight forcing you a step back. He noses at your neck, warm breath fanning over your skin before he presses a messy, lingering kiss just under your jaw.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, voice thick with intoxication. His lips trail sloppily along your jaw, missing his mark more than once. “I was thinking about you the whole time. Didn’t wanna drink, didn’t wanna talk—just wanted you.”

You exhale, half amused, half overwhelmed by how affectionate he gets when he’s like this. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m in love,” he corrects, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes are dark, half-lidded, pupils blown out as he drinks you in. “So, so in love with you.”

“I thought about you the whole time. Even when they were talking about boring stuff, I was just thinking about you, and your pretty face, and your hair, and—and—” He hiccups, giggles, then kisses your cheek sloppily, missing his target entirely.

And then he kisses your lips, like he’s trying to make up for all the time he spent away. His lips are warm, a little sloppy, a little desperate, and when his tongue swipes against yours, you can taste the faint burn of whiskey.

“Mm, I love kissing you,” he mumbles against your skin. His hands slip down to your waist, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. “Like, so much. I could do this forever.”

“You’ll regret it in the morning,” you tease, but he shakes his head wildly, pressing more kisses wherever he can reach.

“Nuh-uh,” he insists. “I’d regret not kissing you. That’s way worse.”

He groans into the kiss, fingers tangling into your hair as he backs you toward the bedroom. He’s trying so hard to be in control, to take the lead—pressing you up against the wall, hands gripping your waist as his mouth moves hungrily against yours. But he’s a mess. A beautiful, intoxicating mess. His lips miss their mark, his teeth graze too hard, and he keeps mumbling your name between kisses like he can’t bear to stop.

When you finally reach the bedroom, he tries to spin you around, guiding you onto the bed—but the second he pulls away to do so, he loses balance. His legs give out beneath him, and he stumbles backward onto the mattress with a dazed look on his face.

You can’t help but laugh. “Smooth.”

“Shh, c’mere,” he slurs, arms reaching for you like a needy child. And you do—crawling over him, straddling his hips as he lets out a breathy moan at the contact. His hands slide down your back, gripping your waistband, and with a drunken sort of determination, he tries to guide your hips against his. He rocks his hips up harshly once, making you fall onto him, kissing you.

“Feel that?” he murmurs against your lips, eyes dark and heavy. “S’all for you.”

You do feel it—the hard press of his arousal beneath you. He rocks your hips against him, slow and lazy, groaning softly at the friction. His fingers dig into your waist, gripping, guiding, needy. His kisses turn even sloppier, missing your lips entirely at times, trailing down your chin, your jaw, your neck.

But then, just as the heat between you starts to build, his movements slow. His grip loosens. His kisses falter. And before you even realize what’s happening, his head falls back against the pillows, breath steadying, lips slightly parted in sleep.

You blink down at him, still straddling his hips, your body burning from the half-finished tension he just left you with.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A soft snore is his only response.

For a moment, you just stare. Then you sigh, running a hand through your hair before shaking your head with a quiet laugh. You should be frustrated. You should be annoyed. But looking at him like this—his lips still pink and swollen from kissing you, his brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his arms still loosely resting around your waist—you can’t bring yourself to be mad.

Instead, you press a soft kiss to his temple before carefully shifting off of him, pulling the blankets up over both of you.

“Idiot” you murmur, but the fondness in your voice betrays you.

And despite the ache he left you with, you fall asleep smiling, tangled up in the warmth of him.

Here me out!

Single Zaddy Nikolai at beach 👀

I can picture him splashing along with the Gogolings and playing with them! Oh and not to mention him building sandcastles with them!

How cute ~\(≧▽≦)/~

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notes ✥ planned this to be cute but it went y/n had a "what eye is his colour" moment lmao this is unproofread/unedited!

contents ✥ mild fluff, suggestive, oc kids aka the gogolings (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader, age differences what's new

You’re just chilling under your umbrella, sipping the strawberry lemonade you ordered from the bar. It’s a one in a million chance for you to have a solo vacation like this—nice resort, nice beach, nice spa. 

You fix your sunglasses and your bikini as your eyes wander around the beach. There are not so many people today—many surfers though. From under this umbrella, you can watch almost everyone. You see a kid building a sand castle near the beach. You see a father teaching his son how to float in the sea—couldn’t he pick a better place, atleast? Like a pool?

But it is not his unorthodox teaching method that picks your interest. That man is incredibly fine. You have been stealing glances at him for a while now. He has three kids along with him. Probably his own. When he first entered your view, his white braided hair was the first thing that caught your eyes. And then the second thing was how his back muscles look like when he carried his daughter with one arm. The third thing you noticed was how playful he gets when it comes to his children. He built some sandcastles together with his daughter and son—the short one, he has two sons.

He is also tall. His shoulders are broad and his body is finely shaped. Sometimes you find yourself leering your eyes downwards… to where your mind wanders elsewhere but you immediately distract yourself. It is inappropriate to check out a gorgeous man like that—what if he's married?

He probably is married. A father with three sons? Yeah, most likely. 

“Hey, lady.”

You turn to your side, seeing a boy standing beside your chair. Eyes widen as you notice that the boy is actually one of the man’s sons. This boy was the sandcastle builder before he roamed somewhere on his own. 

“Hi, little guy.” You greet him back. The boy looks at you and points at your lemonade. 

“I want a taste.” He says casually as his arm reaches out to your glass. You quickly pull back, putting the glass on the armrest. 

“No, no. This is… uh, not suitable for you.” You say. The boy pouts. 

“Whaaa, why not?” He whines.

“It’s alcoholic.”

“Hmph! You and daddy say the same thing! Kolic kolic!” The boy grumbles cutely. You are usually annoyed at any kids who disturb you but this boy certainly has a charm to him—he is still a little annoying though. 

“Maybe you ask your daddy if you want to have some drinks.”

God, the way you refer to that man as ‘daddy’ certainly gives you an itch—that feels quite fluttering. 

“Can you ask daddy for me, pleasheee?” The boy pouts and shakes your arm. “My daddy is… uh… nice! And handchum.”

“Handsome, huh? I can see that.” You smile. “But he’d be more likely to listen to you than a random woman like me, no?”

“Mmm, I dunno. Daddy is confusing sometimes…”

You chuckle, holding yourself back from ruffling the little guy’s hair. He does look similar to his dad, like a mini-version of him. The boy shakes your hand again. “Lady, lady, do you wanna build a sandcastle with me?”

“H-Huh?”

You think that little guy has some kind of mind control power. Before you realize it, you are halfway building a sandcastle with him and his sister. You learned that his name is Karol—he said ‘Kawol’ but his sister corrected it—and she is Mari. You do not dare to ask about their mother, but there is certainly something about how Mari is excitedly clinging to you. 

“I don’t have girls in the house,” Mari says as she decorates her sandcastle with random seashells from the beach. “Daddy always plays with me, but he is daddy and not mummy.” 

“But daddy does his best, isn't he?” You reply carefully, not wanting to step into some deeply personal stuff. Mari hums and nods. 

“My daddy is the best!” She giggles. “Right, daddy?”

Just then, a shadow looms over you and you almost shriek as you look over your shoulder. It’s him. The man. Your eyes are trying hard to roam everywhere but fixate at him. God, he looks much bigger up close—thighs—he is so tall than I expected—chest—his eyes are pretty. 

Your mind is jumbled as you try to form a word. How strange it is for him to see a random woman playing with his two kids. You don't want him to think of you as a potential kidnapper, god damn it! You quickly get on your feet, standing by his side—and only then your eyes are on the same level of his (kissable) collarbone.

“Hi, there. Were my kids entertaining you so much?” He starts first. His tone is playful and teasing, but friendly. He grins. “I’m Nikolai. You?”

You nervously say your name, smiling sheepishly. “Uh… your son, Karol, asked me to play together… so, I, uh…”

He cackles—his voice is heavenly, thundering butterflies in your stomach. “Is that so? He is a friendly little dude. Since you came with him, I take it he wasn’t being annoying?”

“Not at all, sir.”

Nikolai waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, sweetheart. No need for formality. You’re making me feel old!” He pouts—and he is probably in his mid to late 30s to be looking so adorable. He bends, just enough to reach Mari and ruffle her hair. Just then, you realise another one of his kids is sitting beside Mari, eyes scrutinising you. You awkwardly smile at him. Mari is rambling to his brother, and you heard Mari call him ‘Yurochka’. Maybe he is a quiet one. 

Nikolai chuckles as he pats her head. “Were you having fun, little dove?” He asks. Mari nods happily and gives him a big seashell from her collection. Nikolai takes it and shows it to you with a boyish grin on his face. But that grin turns into a tiny smirk when his eyes leer over your body. 

The heaviness tugs again in your stomach and you feel like your thighs are quivering. 

This won’t do. This man is definitely much older than you—he has three kids who are all beyond toddler age! 

“Uhm, I-I think I should go… It’s been fun spending some time with the kids, N-Nikolai.” You say. Nikolai blinks confusedly at first before he smiles. 

“I should be thanking you, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure they had fun—”

“Incominggg!” 

“Woah!” You yelp when Karol suddenly barges between Nikolai’s and your legs. He is small but his energy is high and enough for you to stumble on your footings. In that tiny window of milliseconds, you are about to accept the embarrassment of falling like a fool in front of a handsome guy but suddenly, you feel your body being grasped tightly from behind. 

You open your eyes wide and your heart cannot be much faster. His strong arm is wrapped around your waist and you are already gripping his arm like your life depended on it. You feel your back is against his firm chest and your bum is brushing closely against his waist. 

Maybe falling face down onto the sand is better. 

“You okay, love?”

You tilt your head upward—and maybe that is a bad decision—and see Nikolai’s face close to your proximity. His eyebrow is jerked upward but then he chuckles deeply before he smirks. He says nothing but you feel a squeeze on the side of your tummy, exactly where his hand is placed. 

“Haa—!” Your breath hitches and you step away. You want to say sorry but what is there to apologise for when it feels good? 

Flustered and embarrassed, you stammer, “I-I must go! Have fun with the kids, sir!” You turn around and quickly walk off, needing some time alone to calm your heart. But you catch his last words at you. 

“Bye, bye! See you around, sweetheart.”

It sounds like a promise and you wish it is. 

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𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙛!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩

notes ✥ this is for my children @dazaiyohane @pumpkin321xxx @grayxxi. feast, my child

notes 2 ✥ also this is probably a very out of place to say agagaga but thank yew guys for the nice messages in ask. i'm okay and not too bothered by recent event now. i'd like to move on, really 🩶

contents ✥ fem!reader, smut, age gap (reader's in 20s, nikolai's double the age lol), manipulation, sloppy slithery mess, grammar is poopoo bcs it's un-proofread and unchecked

You used to not care about other people's perceptions on your relationship with Nikolai. But recent comments from your friends about his age and his shady aura has creeped its way inside your heart, planting doubts on whether this relationship is ever right. 

Sure, he is half your age—perhaps a little bit more. You never know what he does for a living—he stuffs his fingers inside your mouth whenever you ask. But you are pampered and spoiled with whatever you want—just bat your eyelashes and wrap your arm around his waist, he melts in a second. 

“You’re getting yourself in trouble, girl.”

“He’s gonna leave you for someone younger if you get older.”

“He doesn’t even tell you his job! Do you think you can trust someone like that?”

“Once you graduate college, he’ll leave you for someone younger. It’s always like that with these guys.”

Thoughts are swirling inside your mind. You should have focused on pleasuring him now—rocking your hips back and forth while seated nicely on his thick thighs. Your body shivers when his length slides in and out deliciously into your heat, bumping the tip on your spot. You bury your face into his chest, muffling your moan as your nails rake his back. 

A warm hand slithers between your strands, caressing your hair. 

“What are you thinking about, little love?” Nikolai asks, his voice deep. “You’re feeling a little off today, hm?” His other hand grips your side and he thrusts upward, causing you to whine. You are about to shake your head, not wanting to ruin the mood by doubting this relationship with him. But Nikolai does not like it. 

With his hand on your hair, he yanks your head back. “A-Ah!” You yelp and your own hand clutches his wrist. Nikolai snickers at your face—cute, he thinks. He moves his face closer to you and with a smirk, he sloppily and hungrily kisses your mouth. His tongue slithers in, licking and twirling yours. Your breathing is getting heavy, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers seek to hold him and they brush against his face lightly, feeling his faint stubbles. 

He refuses to break the kiss, even when you tug on his hair as a sign. He only chuckles between the kiss before pulling you by the back of your head to another sloppy one. Your cunt clenches hard as you feel slightly light-headed when he doesn’t allow a moment to breathe. He enjoys it, it seems, as his throat thunders a deep groan when your cunt flutters around his cock. 

A squeeze on his chest halts him. 

Nikolai pulls away, his tongue licking the string of saliva that connects his lips and yours. You whine, straighten your back before your hands push him to lay on the bed. Nikolai cackles. 

He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to move on his cock slowly, all the while interrogating you. “What’s wrong, my love? You know you can’t hide a lot of things from me, right? Something’s bothering you?” He asks. 

“N-Nothing. I just…” Your words trail off as you ride him faster and faster, ignoring his attempt to control your pace. You are quite close to your climax and you don’t want to ruin the mood and ruin yourself. 

But he grips your hips harder, stopping you. A little warning slap on your ass is enough for you to slow down and whine, begging him to allow you to chase your climax—“Please, please, I’m so close, please…!”

“Mm-mm, no.” Nikolai says simply. “Not unless you tell me what’s going on.” You glance at him. His stomach is trembling slightly—he is holding himself back too, just to taunt you? 

“N-Nothing, okay? Nothing’s bothering me… It’s just some work…” You pout, attempting to loosen his stern grip on your hips by pulling his hands to roam your body. Nikolai’s eyes leer at how you are holding his hand firmly against your breasts, as if to encourage him to touch and play with them—and he is more than happy to oblige you. 

“Or is it your friends again? Giving you not-so-good advice?” Nikolai says before he moves one of his hands to your face and pulls you close. “Why, what’d they say, little love? Do they want you to leave me? Do you want to? Do you not trust me anymore?”

He kisses your lips briefly. 

“Do you not love me?” 

You shake your head, holding his hand. “No, of course I do… I-I love you. I still love you… It’s just—”

Nikolai cuts you off by kissing you again, and his arm wraps around you, keeping you caged with him. His hips jerks upwards, sending bolts of sudden pleasure through your nerves. You moan against his lips, breathily convincing the two of you with your declaration of love. 

“You shouldn’t listen to them, you know? I have never done bad things to you, have I?” He whispers again. “You can always trust me, because that’s what good girls do, little love.” 

His thrusts quicken and your moan is getting louder and louder. You bury your face into his chest, saliva dripping from your lips onto his skin as your nails bury deeply into his shoulders. His lips reach to kiss your head. 

Nikolai knows you are very close when he feels your thighs quiver badly. Abruptly, he stops his thrusts and with tears in the corner of your eyes, you cry out, “Sorry, ‘m sorry…! I still trust you, I won’t listen to them anymore, I love you, please, please, please—”

He grins and slaps your cheek lightly a couple times before he hooks his hands on your thighs and flip over. You are now laying down beneath his much larger figure and you roll your hips to chase your previously disrupted climax. Nikolai chuckles, sultry voice tickling your ear as his tongue trails a long wet line from your throat to your ear. 

He thrusts again. 

“Good girl… See, no one will understand you except for me, little love. I’ll take care of you forever.”

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❥ 001: ᴛᴇᴀʀ

contents ❥ nikolai gogol x fem!reader, fluff, 1.2k words

links ❥ MAIN MENU, gif+dividers are my edit/mine!

Getting kidnapped a few days ago is really not on your agenda. But your kidnapper has been kind—well… sort of, if you minus the times he pushes you roughly, tugs your hair, ties your legs to the bed posts, seizes your jaw and shakes your head as he mocks you for being so spoiled. 

However, this time, his kindness will not compensate for what he has done. 

“Nikolai.” You call him when he is in the room, crouching by his wardrobe to rummage through the drawer for something. You are not able to move. Your legs are tied. You are forced to sit and lounge on his bed with some old books accompanying you. 

Nikolai does not respond though, as if your call is too small for him to hear. But really, he just ignores you. 

“Nikolai.” You call again, louder. But he does not even turn around. Huffing and clenching your fists, you hastily take off your white cardigan, bundle it up into a ball and toss it towards the man. 

The cardigan perfectly lands on his hand, submerging his face in the fabric scented with you. 

“W-What the hell do you want?” Nikolai stands up immediately as he pulls your cardigan off his head. His face is red and his voice is coated with a tint of fluster.

“You ignore me.” You pout, crossing your arms. “You must pay for what you've done.”

“W-Wha… What’d I do?” He asks back, baffled. You point at your baby blue dress, exactly on the neckline where there is a rip, caused by his rough handling of you a few days ago. It was not big of a rip but yesterday, Nikolai was in need of using the bathroom and he shoved you away as soon as you got out a little too hard. His grip on you accidentally stretched the fabric and made the rip bigger. 

This is your favourite dress and the big rip is exposing your chest, for God's sake! Nobody wants to be this exposed during winter. 

“This is your fault.” You say as you keep your finger pointed at your cleavage where the rip is located. 

Nikolai’s eyes are staring but he looks visibly confused. 

“I… don’t understand.” He says. You tilt your head, huffing again as you lift the ripped part to make it obvious to him. 

“Where did you look? This tear right here wasn’t that big a few days ago!” You whine. 

“Oh,” His Adam's apple throbs and he awkwardly looks away. He takes a deep breath, shakes his head before he runs his palm over his face. “So, what?”

“Fix it. I love this dress.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“But you did it.”

“Yeah, and I do not give a bloody fuck.” With his hand on his waist, he waves his other hand dismissively. “Does that rip even matter right now? What matters is that I’m gonna get my money from babysitting you.” He says before he turns around. 

“Hey, wait! Where are you going?” You ask, crawling to the edge of the bed. “Give back my cardigan.” 

“I’m going out. You stay here and don’t think of doing anything funny. I will know.” Nikolai says before he smirks as he holds out your cardigan. “It’s gonna be cold. Here, take it.” He tosses the cardigan to the corner of the room. 

“H-Hey!” You try to protest. There is no way you can reach it, especially when your legs are bound to the bed. You hear Nikolai’s mocking cackle, followed by the click of a shutting door.

Meanie. 

— ♡

You wanted to give Nikolai the silent treatment. But your rebellion was cut short when he got home by eight with mushroom and chicken pie from Olga’s diner and three pieces of brownies given by Olga herself. The dinner was fulfilling enough for you to forget your sulk. 

You changed your dress to a sweater, provided by him, to sleep in at night. The weather is getting colder and with sniffles between your begging, he gave you one of his sweaters. As usual, you are still tied to the bed at night—you do not understand why he is still reluctant to trust you, as if you have anywhere safe to go. 

You fold the dress and the cardigan—you grabbed it when you were free earlier—and set them on the drawer by the bed. Then, you lay down, eyes looking at the door. The room’s light is turned off and you can see the dim light from the living room. Nikolai is probably working on something you do not understand. 

Well, you have time to get to know him. With that in mind, you sleep. 

You are deep in your dream. Even the softest sound of the door being pushed open does not wake you. A tall figure approaches the bed. 

Nikolai stares at your body. The sweater completely fits you, covering your skin and providing extra warmth for the night. The cheap blanket barely covers your body, as if your movement during your sleep also moves the blanket away. Silently, he takes it and drapes it over your body properly. 

His eyes then fix on the folded blue dress on the drawer. He takes it and walks outside, plopping on the couch that has become his new bed for the past few days. Slipping his hand into the jacket he wears, he takes out a cookie container. He opens the lid and reaches for a needle and a roll of white threads. 

“I hate this girl,” Nikolai grumbles to himself before he slips his hand into his pocket and takes out a pair of glasses. “I can’t even fucking see right.” He sighs as he wears it. He holds the needle and with his tongue slightly out for extra concentration, he tries to put the thread through the needle hole. 

The living room is as quiet as a graveyard. The only thing that makes noise is Nikolai who occasionally hisses when he accidentally pricks his finger with the needle—Ah, curse his flawed eyesight… He even tries to not frown so hard as he tries to focus—massaging his temple to ease his strained eyes. Nikolai certainly does not want to get wrinkles at this age. He is more than glad that he does not start balding like the inmates he used to talk with. 

An hour passes and with a snip of the remaining thread, the rip on your dress has closed. He holds the dress up, checking his handiwork. Almost perfect. The white of the threads is a little visible if he looks closely but overall, your dress looks fine now. 

Nikolai runs his hands through the fabric, seeking any other tear that he might have missed. He finds none, really, but he does snip some pointy threads from the existing seams on the dress. Once he is satisfied, he places the dress on his lap, staring at it. 

He remembers it—the night he trailed you from the bar you worked at from afar. You were not really a contrast amidst the snow. Rather, you complimented the sight. 

A girl, at night, alone. 

You looked like you were just begging to be taken away. And after a few days of having you in his house—perhaps you did want to be taken away. 

Nikolai waits. He waits for the day you spout anger and demands him to release you. He waits for the day you call him a bunch of names. He needs it to happen right now, at this period where he still hates you—where his annoyance is still fresh and his affection hasn't bloomed. 

Because it hurts none now.

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I suddenly get crazy when i re-read all your dad!kolya short fic, i remember you said that since there's the kids in the house, nikolai and mama would be having sex in the bedroom or bathroom when they shower together DAMNNNNNN imagine he would carry you up and slam you onto the wall while the shower still on? Sex with dad!kolya would be hm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚.𝙭

notes ✥ happy new year. here's a porn for starters. unedited! un-proofread! i'm sick and my hands slipped and i wrote dick n balls

contents ✥ fem!reader, kolya and you are hubby and wifey, shower se.x, oc kids make small appearance

“Kolya—”

A loud gasp. Your back arches as your husband presses the pad of his fingers harder on your clit, rubbing it skillfully. Your thighs tremble as your back is peppered with warm kisses—his tongue slithers against your skin, licking the droplets of the hot shower raining on both of your naked bodies. 

“One more, baby, one more,” Nikolai whispers against your ear, grinding his cock on your ass. “Do you feel how hard I am, sweetheart? You wan’ it, yeah?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Gotta stretch you reeeal nice first,” He groans lowly, inserting two fingers into your cunt. Your legs jerk, one of them lifts at the sensation of his fingers scissoring your cunt—both of his fingers make a wavy motion against the spot, causing your moan to grow louder. 

“N-Nikolai— Haa—! A-Ah—” 

You are panting hard beneath his palm that he pressed against your mouth. “Slowly, sweet thing. You're gonna scare the kids.” He chuckles breathily as his fingers move faster, plunging in and out. Your eyes roll back, hands gripping his beefy arms that are tightly holding you against his naked, firm body. Your mouth is gagged with another of his hands as he pulls your head to lean against his shoulder. 

He tilts his head, smirking, cackling with that deep voice of his. For a moment, his words come out accented—“My pretty fucking wife, aww~” He teases as he watches your muffled moan and body trembles against him. You are close, so so close. Your hand flings to your breast, fondling it and teasing your own hard nipple. 

Your pussy clenches hard around his thick fingers as your hips roll against his palm, but Nikolai withdraws before you reach your climax. A whine leaves your mouth but quickly changes to a surprised yelp when Nikolai turns your body, hooks both of his arms under your thighs and lifts you too easily. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms clinging to him as you press your lips against his, sharing a sloppy kiss. 

He aligns his cock against your pussy, tapping its head against your sensitive clit. You whine between the kiss, receiving a chuckle from him. Your eyes gaze at his face—water dripping from his white hair, his skin is blushing red. 

“Kolya..!” You whine against his lips, kissing him again. “Fuck me, please,” You beg as your hands roam on his chest, brushing against his nipples, which causes him to hiss in pleasure. 

“As you wish, wife.” Nikolai says before he pushes himself into your heated cunt. You gasp and his head is thrown back. “O-Ooh, fuck…” He moans and leaves no time to start thrusting as his lust is heightened. Your hips roll slightly against him, mewling in pleasure as his mouth latches on your neck, sucking the skin. 

Both of you are moving in harmony, with your moans and his whimpers grow louder as he thrusts harder and harder. His cock is hard—thickly filling you, pleasuring every nerve in your pussy. You lean your head, chanting his name as your legs jerk, hugging his waist tightly as you cum around his girth.

Nikolai moans, adjusting his arms under your legs as he snaps his hips rougher—the slapping sound echoes loud in the bathroom. Your cunt is sensitive and your eyes are teary as the coil in your stomach tightens again. You whine loudly, using your own hand to rub your clit, urging him to go harder.

Until, your lust is interrupted with a loud crash and girly scream from outside. You can barely hear it but you swear you hear Yuri is calling for Mari and the sister is threatening Karol and the youngest is laughing naughtily. 

Between the haze of your love-making, you try to call for your husband who is lowering his head to suck on your tits. His mouth catches your nipple, tongue rolling on the sensitive bud. You whimper slowly, trying to control your voice. With your trembling hand, you reach Nikolai’s hair, trying to get his attention. 

“Nikolai— Mmh!”

Your voice is interrupted by a sudden hard thrust and a palm on your mouth. Your eyes roll back as Nikolai continues to thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit, burying his dick as deep as he can, drawing pleasures to your nerves. He gives a long lick from your neck to your jaw and then to your ear. 

“Let the kids be. I wanna have fun with my wife for a moment.”

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