I hope you enjoy my little gift for Anilysium Secret Santa. I got lovely Viv to make something and I hope you like it, @anhelus
WARNINGS: brief CNC play, 'daddy' used once, rough sex, public sex, 'doll' pet name, DARK CONTENT or a play of dark content? 🤔
Nanami has noticed you purely by accident. Seeing you walk into the dark alley acting skittish like something is leeching off of your energy, making you drag your feet and shoulders slouch- a literal invisible weight to you but something monstrous to him. You looked so sweet in your white dress, the skirt swirling around your legs as you walked. He followed you into the alley, steps quiet and purposeful. He wanted nothing more than to do his job, preferably without you noticing, and leaving like a ghost.
But he never took it into account that your hearing might just be better than normal human's and just as he was about to swing down his arm to kill the curse, you turned around, eyes set into an angry frown. Nanami didn't expect you to try and kick his own ass but he was quick to subdue you, pressing you face first against the wall, his chest against your back as you struggled.
Nanami didn't notice until then just how much smaller than him you are, how much you looked like a pretty doll with that panicked look in your eyes. He bent your arm at your back further, making you squirm, your ass pressing against his crotch as you struggled and gasped in pain.
Something dark awoke inside him, something terrible that goaded him like a devil on his shoulder, putting thoughts of you beneath him, begging and clenching around him as he fucked you until you are senseless and boneless. Surprisingly, Nanami wants to do that already, there's no need for the devil to try and turn him into a sinner.
His dick is harder than ever before and he relishes in the hitch in your breathing as you hear and feel him unzip his pants. Nanami flips your skirt up, revealing your panties with little flowers scattered across the fabric. So innocent and sweet. He palms your ass, teasingly running his fingers over the seams, following them top to bottom until they slip to your warm pussy. You moan and he almost scolds you for breaking character but doesn't because it's one of the most beautiful sounds he ever heard you utter.
His fingers rub you until you're a panting mess, until your arousal is dripping and his fingers slide with embarrassing ease into you, in and out, in and out. You're trembling, knees week and shaking as Nanami plays with your body.
"Aren't you a lovely little thing, singing so sweetly and just for me." Nanami murmurs into your ear, watching his fingers disappear inside you. "I don't even care that you were supposed to play my victim, I don't care that you ruined our little game… I just want to be inside of you, feel you clench around my cock. Would you like that, doll?"
"Please!"
You beg so nicely, like he has already ruined you. He pushes your panties aside and guides his dick into you, slowly sinking in until all he can feel and think about is you. Your warmth, your wetness and the way you're squeezing him and it is driving him mad. He wants to fuck you long, slow and hard, wants to fuck you until all you can think about is him and how he makes you feel, draw those loud curses from your mouth but no, he didn't think it through enough and now you're both stuck in an alley, having to do it damn near silent because anytime now someone could walk in or notice him fucking you against the wall.
"Keep quiet, love." He mutters, kissing your neck and shoulder before he turned you around and hooked your leg over his elbow, leaving the other barely touching the ground. "Can you do that for me?"
"I can try." You smile, winking at your sorcerer.
You didn't exactly manage, Nanami was too good at blowing both your mind and back out that you kind of forgot yourself. Nanami prayed that his hand over your mouth was enough to muffle your voice even though he hated how his name wasn't moaned loudly in his ears.
When you came, you bit down on one of Nanami's fingers, wrapping your legs as tight as possible around him, pulling him close as you rode out your orgasm. He hissed in your ear, hips stuttering in their thrusts as he followed you over the brink.
"Next time…" Nanami panted, nuzzling into your neck. "We do this in the privacy of our home, I'm too old for this shit."
"Your refractory period tells me otherwise." You joke and kiss him as he pulls out of you. Nanami helps you right yourself and you silently mourn the ruin of one of your cutest panties- cum and his a bit rough treatment don't mix well with flimsy material.
"I swear, I'm gonna put you over my knee."
"Can't wait, daddy, you can push your cum back in when you're at it."
TW: implied brainwashing? Idk the reader is basically a siren, blood letting and drinking, dark content, written at ass o'clock
When you were turned into a demon, Giyuu was certain you would be like the rest of them. He had no hope and was fully prepared to take your life, to end your suffering as a bloodthirsty animal but you ran, faster and stronger because of your human blood still racing through your veins. He searched for you, interrogated other demons for years until he stopped seeing the point. Giyuu tried so hard not to think of you, pushing his memories of your time together into the furthest reaches of his mind until he met the siblings, seen the girl protect her human brother. That tiny flame of hope Giyuu tucked away in his soul became a wildfire and all thoughts of you came rushing back along with heartbreaking yearning for your gentle touch.
He started searching once again, efforts tripled until he finally found you. He found you at a lakeside, sitting on a mossy rock and humming a familiar tune. You looked like a goddess, framed by idyllic forest and the fireflies dancing in the night. You didn't change much. Your hair was longer, tips crimson, your eyes were no longer that brilliant shade you loved the most as a human but you were still all soft curves and gentle smiles. You looked at him as if he was all that you've been waiting for, like he was the one who ran away.
Giyuu has always been a good man. Silent, strong and smart, talented with a sword. He was admirable but somewhat oblivious to how other people perceived him. Not to you though. With you, he couldn't hide himself, shove back his desires and darkest thoughts. With you, Giyuu let himself sink into depravity. Maybe it was your demon nature or maybe it was because he remembered you from before- bright smiles, silver tongue and strength hidden beneath a fluffy exterior. Giyuu didn't know nor did he particularly care.
"You're beautiful." Giyuu didn't know what prompted him to break the silence nor why those were the first words to come from his mouth. He was enchanted by your appearance, by your graceful movements as you beckoned him closer. You were still humming that alluring tune, voice so lovely that it resonated somewhere deep in his soul.
Maybe it's your presence, that enchanting voice or the alluring scents of nature (of you) that made Giyuu drop all of his walls down. After all, most of his life has been spent in search of you and now that he found you… Why couldn't he let himself enjoy this moment of happiness? Giyuu reached out towards you and you took Giyuu's hands in yours, pulling him closer and into your embrace. His lovely blue eyes traced each part of your face, memorizing that which he was already familiar with from a lifetime before. Giyuu was warm in your arms, sinking against your body like a doll whose strings were cut off. You smiled, lips framing your sharp teeth.
"And you're looking as tasty as ever, slayer." Your words made Giyuu's thoughts swim, disconnected. He could not think of anything else but you, making you happy, giving everything he is to you. "I've watched you, little mouse, seen you fight my kind and it made me ravenous."
Giyuu shuddered at your words and yet did nothing. He let you nuzzle his neck, lick a strip up to his jaw. You nibbled on his soft skin, tempting yourself with a taste of his flesh. And yet, Giyuu wasn't afraid. He yearned for more, for a revival of heated memories when you two were the same, when you were both human and weak, equal before the gods.
"It isn't often that a snack enters my den all by himself. Usually, there's more of you wretched humans disturbing my oasis." You speak, breath warm and tickling Giyuu's ear. Your hands pull him onto your lap, making him straddle you. Giyuu looks down at you, brain foggy from all sensations you brought on. "But you, little mouse, you're different. Makes me want to keep you like a good pet."
Giyuu allows you to pull him in for a kiss. It's hunger and fire, consuming him until he feels like nothing will be left of him. He grabs onto your shoulders, nails digging into your clothes as he struggles with himself, with the instincts urging him to rut against you, to moan and beg. Your claws slice through his clothes with ease, baring his skin to the cool air, to your own wandering hands. Giyuu gasps, ripping his mouth away from yours, out of breath. Your name echoes off the trees as you lavish his neck and chest with licks and bites, leaving marks on his pale skin. You break skin with your teeth on his chest, drawing blood. He whimpers as you lick it up then suck on the tiny wound. It's odd and dangerous but still a thrill Giyuu doesn't want to miss out on.
"What a good boy you are." It's a coo, a praise wrapped in a patronizing tone Giyuu usually hated but didn't mind now because it came from you. "Such a good snack, not struggling when I indulge a little taste."
You look into his eyes as your touches become more daring, lips still smiling even as your eyes devoured all of Giyuu's reactions. Giyuu's head fell back once you grasped his dick, fingers wrapping almost too hard around his length but a little pain was good as long as you were touching him.
"Look at me." You commanded and Giyuu obeyed immediately, eyes wide at your harsh tone. He didn't want you to be mad, to stop the movements of your hand. "What kind of a slayer are you? Wanting to fuck a demon of all things. You're messed up, aren't you? Don't worry, I won't tell, it's our little secret."
Giyuu felt his eyes tear up. It's been years since he last cried but your words struck a cord even as he felt pleasure from your hand and the tone of your voice. He felt so ashamed of himself. Indeed, what kind of a slayer was he?
"Are you going to cry, little mouse?" You laughed, hand moving faster over his dick. "I wonder what your friends would say if tiny could see you now. They'd probably laugh at you. Or maybe some would join me in my fun and we could all have a turn with you."
Giyuu whimpered, teeth clenched over his lips. The thoughts you put in his head were tempting, far too much for him.
"You're so close, aren't you?" You ask, knowing full well that it won't take long before Giyuu broke apart. "Don't worry, you can cum whenever you want."
Giyuu fucked into your fist, enjoying the squeeze of your fingers, every teasing pass over his leaking head, your demeaning yet arousing words. It didn't take that long for him to spill all over your hand, making a mess. A mess you happily fed to him until there was nothing left.
"On your knees, slayer." You ordered, pushing him out of your lap to his knees. Giyuu watched as you stripped, showing yourself off and he wondered what he did to deserve such a treat. Your body seemed to glow with some inner light, once again reminding Giyuu of a goddess. You were terrifying in your beauty and all Giyuu could think of was worshiping every inch of your being. "Good boy."
You sat back on your rock, straightening your left leg until your foot was on Giyuu's shoulder and he placed his trembling hand on your joint. He could feel your eyes on him as he kissed your leg, slowly moving upward until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. Giyuu looked up at you, eyes seeking permission to go further and a moan broke from him as you nodded. He dived in between your legs, arms over your thighs as he kissed then licked and sucked at all the right places of your pussy. Your taste was exquisite, like ambrosia sent down from heavens. Your scent was heady and your soft sighs like music to him.
You praised him, one hand gentle in his hair, pushing him further into you. Giyuu thought that he could die right now, with no regrets, just because he made you feel like this. You were so wet, so warm and sweet… Giyuu couldn't get enough. You cried out when his fingers, rough from sword handling, entered you, moving first slowly then faster until you were grinding against Giyuu's face, panting as you came closer to the edge. Giyuu looked up at you from between your legs, eyes focused on the ecstasy on your face. He curled his fingers inside of you, pressing against that spongy spot inside of you and your thighs locked around his head, keeping him still as you rode out your orgasm.
You hunch over him, pulling his head from between your legs, cradling his face in a gentle hold. Giyuu knows that he probably looks a mess from your arousal, face wet and red, but it was worth the sweet look if your eyes and hunger on your face. He'd let you devour him whole if only that was his last memory.
You push him down, sinking to your knees and straddling his hips. Your hands caress his chest, fingers curling and your claws leave red lines on his skin. Another mark Giyuu would be happy to carry on into his next life. He's out of words and breath when you sink onto him, taking him to the deepest reaches of your body and all he can do is hold onto your hips as you ride him hard and fast. Giyuu knows that you're just using him, that he should be happy that you gave him the honour of feeling your wet heath grip his dick, clench around him.
"Thank you, thank you…" The words tumble out of his mouth, unbidden but truthful. He cums when you laugh at him, when your clawed hand wraps around his throat, squeezing ever so lightly.
You continued riding him, drawing tears from his pretty eyes from overstimulation. You ride him until you've milked him dry and got your fill of ecstasy. A growl rips from somewhere deep in your chest as you cum, grinding down on him to get those little aftershocks of pleasure. Your hand moves from Giyuu's throat, fingers chasing sweat drops on his chest. You lie down on top of him, humming that same tune from before.
Giyuu doesn't particularly care that your teeth are close to his jugular, that you're splitting open his skin to lick up his blood. All he knows and wants is to stay with you, surrounded by your warmth.
"Poor little slayer." You murmur into Giyuu's ear, voice filled with pity and something else Giyuu cannot comprehend. "So many desires unspoken, so many wishes not coming through. Do not worry, I'll take care of you."
The slayer never noticed the miasma descending around you two, just closed his eyes as you sang him to sleep. He looked like a doll as you picked him up, body limp as you carried him up into the trees. You set him up among many other humans in your den but took special care to preserve him.
"My little mouse." You purred, caressing Giyuu's face, tracing his lips. "I'll be good to you, no one will ever found you or hurt you here."
I want uta to eat a piece of my skin because he’s hungry and I’m more than happy to oblige and then proceed to fuck the wound telling me I’m doing so good for him he’ll patch it up soon enough take really good care of me.
Him nibbling on your soft thigh, teeth sinking in and ripping off the bite. He's chewing loudly, telling you how tasty you are. He asks you if you wanna taste, feeding you yourself. Hng
The fact that the first piece of fiction for Mihai is snuff cracks me up. Because, really, he wouldn't care that you died because of him, because of his actions. He's selfish, he does things only if they amuse him, make HIS life a little bit more interesting.
You're not important to him aside from giving him that tasty haemoglobin, plasma and whatever. You're probably not even the only blood bag he has, Mihai is a good manipulator, do you really think he doesn't have at least five? One for each blood group?
scarification body mod with Uta but he eats the scraps of skin and licks up your blood, because he's fancy like that and gotta make his meal artistic.
You know Uta is an artist. Just imagine him drawing on your skin, digging deep enough with his favorite knife into your flesh to leave pretty images when it all heals up. And he licks up all the blood dripping, humming dreamily because you taste even better when he is using your body as a canvas.
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