logan huntzberger is such a fork too oh my gosh he would be OBESESSED with you. you know that one seen where him and rory are kissing in the hallway and he grabs her leather jacket and like yanks her towards him? mhm, thats fork logan.
YES YOU GET IT. Logan doesn't know he's a fork, but he does suspect it. He's hooked up with one or two girls in the past that were cakes, but not super strong cakes. He wanted to hook up with the, again, see them again, taste them again, but they kept thinking that meant a relationship. He tried to explain he doesn't want a relationship, he just wants to repeatedly have sex with them and- yeah that didn't go well. obviously. so he set up his whole casual thing, figuring if he casts a wide enough net he'll find a few different cakes he can kind of go between, and he can bounce around between other girls in the mean time.
then he met you.
Logan swears he could smell you, your sweet, delicious cake taste the moment he laid eyes on you. but you were very, very hard to get. he just got this gut feeling, he refused to give up on you, pulled out all the stops. Eventually you're at that stupid costume party with Robert and Logan's already on his second drink - another smooth, smoky single malt scotch on the rocks - when he manages to get you alone. He pulls you away into some dark corner and finally kisses you.
Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's just you, but your taste explodes on Logan's tongue. He actually groans into the kiss like some horny fucking teenager. of course you push him away once you come to your senses and he's still fully going to town on you because you came here with one of his friends for god's sake, but Logan doesn't care. He's gone from determined to absolutely desperate. He's losing his smooth, calm and collected edge. he's practically begging you to just get out of here. not with stupid fucking robert, with him. He'll call a car, he'll take you wherever you want to go. Paris, New York, the Maldives, Bora Bora, the Swiss alps, anywhere as long as you go with him. he'll keep kissing you like that, he'll sweet talk you into it cause he's Logan for god's sake, and before you know it he has you pinned under him on a private plane to Italy. He can't explain it, what you do to him, how you fucking taste, but he's not the same after that night. After that trip. he loses all interest in other women. No one can believe what they're seeing, that Logan Huntzberger, mr. noncommittal keep things casual playboy of the century is dropping every other girl like they don't even exist, is begging you to just give him a chance, be exclusive with him. and honestly you know you're fucked. there's no way you could possibly turn him down when he's this into you, when he's gone down on you way more times than you've actually fucked, when he fucks his tongue past your lips like it's the most delicious thing in the world.
CW! gn reader, romantic leaning, CAKEVERSE, sexual content, cannibalistic content (only biting and blood), separate drabbles for each, oral, hurt comfort(literally, actually), mentions of killing people in dazai's section, freak4freak everyone!!!, penetration, bottom reader, nikolai is his own warning, implied chubby reader for ranpo's section
Summary! It's so hard to hold themselves back, well, some of them do. Some let it loose while some struggle to come to terms with their cravings. Maybe just a taste of you is all they need.
જ⁀➴ . . . I've been wanting to make a fic of this verse for a while now, so I decided to try it out finally with some of the bsd boys :D
DAZAI OSAMU
He's had dark urges like this before. The urge to make blood spill was an urge for him. The use of a gun heavy in his hand making people bleed.
Sure he tasted cake before, but none of it really satisfied him. Never did he feel the overwhelming urge to bite into someone.
Not until now.
Not until you. Bringing back those urges of wanting to make blood being spilt, but now in a different way.
Getting his teeth all and up in you. As of right now he had his face in your opening licking you with all the effort in the world. Fingers pressing down onto your thighs like he was holding a gun.
"Osa-" You whined with a smile. Such sweet yet sick smile. After all, this world was sick. A world of for forks and cakes. Normals should count themselves as lucky. They don't have to be blind by these urges to eat and to be eaten.
"Eat me~"
Dazai grinned widely. Looked like a feral animal. Even felt your body freeze up. Never thought he could go back to that place so soon. Dazai went down on you. Teeth picking at your thighs, pricking with hus canines.
"Oh I will, my sweetness."
Blood eventually did fall down your thighs. Writhing in pain and pleasure as his teeth tore your thighs apart as he opened you up on his fingers. Fluid gushing out furiously without a care. Sliding up his tongue on your skin tasting beloved sweetness befitting of a cake.
Above all the cakes he's had you've been the only one to trap him like this. God, how he wished to savour this but the animal in him was strong. Dazai just wanted to consume you.
Make you part of him so that he won't lose you to anyone or anything.
"Are you really gonna let me do this to you?" Dazai titled his head, like wolf looking down at helpless sheep. Except this sheep welcomed the terror.
"You can do anything to me," Dazai's cock was led to your entrance with no problem. Your lips on his ear whispering, "take whatever you want from. Anything, nothing is too little or too much."
A predator tore your arms and neck. Blood flooding his mouth and onto the sheets. Cruel, that was love. Thrusts onto your ruined hips; both sore and ruined skin. Raw flesh opened wounds hurting back with your walls squeezing so tight onto him.
Clinging to him as he bit hard into your shoulder. Taking more and more.
More than he deserved, but even so, combined with your words, he complied.
NAKAHARA CHUUYA
As a fork Chuuya devoted himself to never fall into his urges. Always trying to stray from cakes to not harm them.
It wouldn't be right of him. To consume ssomeone out of hunger, overwhelming the love you had for them, was cruel. Chuuya was cruel enough.
He was bad enough. Inhuman enough. The world deserved it.
Then you came into his life. A cake that craved him. Letting him feel normal just for once. Letting him feel human, feeling normal for these thoughts of consuming you.
Maybe that's how he ended up with nose sniffing up your forearm. A comforting hand running through his hair.
"Go ahead, Chuuya," You whispered so sweetly into his ear. "Take a bite."
Between your words and the smell of you Chuuya gave in. Teeth seeping into your flesh. Your hands holding onto him as he savored your taste. The frosting, citrus, unbearable sweetness. All so overwhelming.
"More," Chuuya pushed you down. His ability pushed you down. Fingers drifting down the arms that bled. Your own blood, tasting of tastiest buttercream ever, on his tongue. "Can I have more?"
"Oh Chuuya," You pulled him down so that his chin could sit in the valley of your chest, "You can always have more."
Leading his head to lick at your chest. Tongue swirling at your nipples, sucking, and pulling. Chuuya took more and more. Allowing himself to indulge.
"Take all of me Chuuya if you want. Just this once following what your heart wants."
"Thank you-" He moaned when entering you. Flinging your head back at he consume you with so much need. Fingers clinging to his back as he thrusted in to you. Holding on so tight, especially with the sudden activation of his ability.
"Yes-take me! All you want, Chuuya!" You egged him on. It all got so much more intense. Your wetness, tightness, darling words, the pain on him and you. Chuuya kept on going for seconds and you let him.
Feeling his nails gripping so tighr onto your skin, making you bleed. His teeth making you bleed and cry. Pain and pleasure. Chuuya forever making the taste of you last forever.
"Thank you-" Chuuya would thank you.
Thank you for letting him indulge.
EDOGAWA RANPO
A voracious eater he is.
Ranpo ate all kinds of things. Of course, he was curious. The existence of cakes was enthralling.
Above all else, you were a cake. Just the smell of you enticed him. The scent of you is his favorite treat in the world. Both in the food and your existence as a cake. Ranpo can't control himself when introduced to such a darling scent and taste.
His tongue slides down your soft belly. You whined, feeling his tongue, hot and slimy, running down to the valley of your chest. Hands are squeezing your curves, so much like fingers actually running through a physical cake.
"Just lie there and let me devour you." Ranpo's green eyes were layered over with dark desire. He had some restraint to an extent, but even at this point, it was a losing battle.
"You taste so good, cupcake."
You smiled and giggled as he licked up your palm. "That tickles."
A bit of pain itched in your eyes when he bit into your palm. The stretch in your nether regions distracted you from the pain in your palm. A flush of blood floods down onto you and him.
"Good. What a good cake. Fitting for a great detective." His lips licked the blood on his lips. A burst of sweetness and citrus bursts into his mouth. He noted your expression changing at his words. Quickly, he kissed it away, biting your lips. "You're more than that, cupcake, my sweetness."
"The only cake for me, the only person for me." Ranpo smiled widely as he kissed your lips, biting them even more, drawing blood from your lips. Licking inside your mouth as he mounted you on his lap. You held on tight, moaning loudly as he came down on your neck.
"I never want to forget this, you. I don't want you to forget me." Ranpo's smile was needy. Eyes pleading like a puppy. Hands still grabbing onto your curves so tight it might lead to bruises.
"Keep being here with me, and let me taste you. Keep you in me and beside me, forever."
Your smile was blood. Lips cracked and bleeding. Tasting your cake flavor of buttercream. Your hands caressed his hair, and pulling as he took more from you.
"Oh, yes, Ranpo, forever and ever."
NIKOLAI GOGOL
Where there was freedom, there was you. The complete freedom to do anything he wanted to do.
And you let him.
Let him push down to the bed and ravage you. Every single bloody bite mark from his teeth. Fingers so tight the bruises stung. Throat sore from Nikolai taking everything and anything from you.
His life was a fork; he relished it, now at least. After all, he had a reason to let himself loose. To be the one to devour you. Not letting any be able to take a piece out of you.
You were his cake. Not just a slice, the entire cake for him to enjoy.
He made sure you knew that.
"Aw, you're so pretty and all mine." Your legs jolted as he bit into your calf. His hips are hitting your core so tight and hard. Tears flood down your face as he continues assaulting your entire body.
Just a simple display for him to devour, to consume completely.
"Tell me, baby, will you let me eat you, all of you, one day?"
You arched your back at the thought of it. His canines are grazing your skin, licking up the countless bloody injuries he left. Being so hard on your poor body.
"You like that, don't you?" He licked your cheek, bending you so that your knees met your chest. Hips are going so hard and reaching the deepest parts of you.
"So nasty."
"So are you, disgusting clown."
He relished your words. Punishing you with all his strength, licking up your flavor. Smearing your wetness everywhere and licking it up with his tongue. Biting down and making you bleed even harder than before.
"I'm going to be gone if you keep going!" Even so, you clung to Nikolai. A gleeful smile on your lips. Eyes blaring with desire. A hunger to be desired, to be eaten completely, to make him, making Nikolai feel full. Make him feel free.
Feel the freedom that he can consume you with no consequence.
"Oh, my dear," Nikolai grasped your chin tightly and painfully. Eyes crazed and dark, full of desire. He didn't stop his hips, nor did he intend to. Just kept on overwhelming you.
