#kappa smut

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: 2k words, another Kofi member request about a Kappa!

warnings: breeding, anal

Nearly every afternoon during the summer, you enjoyed walking down to the local river to cool off. You’d swim for a bit and sunbathe before eating some snacks.

Before, you disliked going out on your own, but after finding a secluded spot you found out that spending time by yourself was relaxing. In nature and surrounded by the comforting sounds of the river, you could find peace.

Maybe it was the sudden heat wave, maybe it was the riverbed starting to dry up, but you noticed some of the frogs and smaller reptiles dying. It upset you, and you started leaving out small dishes full of water. You’d come home from the river to find hordes of small creatures enjoying the refreshments.

After putting out a fresh dish of water, you wrapped your towel around your body. You were soft, plump, with stretch marks on your thighs, belly, and breasts. Though it used to make you insecure, you rarely felt that way anymore, especially since you started wearing next to nothing at your secluded river spot.

On the way there, you heard a strange sound, like a mix of hiss and whine. It sent you on edge. Was something injured out here? Sometimes you spotted the occasional reptile or cat that needed help…

But there wasn’t a cat.

You pulled back the leaves of a large bush, peering inside. It took a moment for you to register what exactly you were looking at.

Some… creature was lying under the shade of the bush, breathing shallowly and making sounds of distress. It seemed strangely dried out, like a work caught on the sidewalk after a storm.

“H-hello?”

The creature went silent at the sound of your voice, beady eyes glancing up at you. Its skin was taut and slightly wrinkled, and its voice was raspy.

“Help… me…”

You jumped when it spoke, your eyes going wide as you took in its entire body. It was shaped like a human, but with green skin and a turtle shell covering its torso. For a moment you could only stare in shock, unable to do anything but open and close your mouth without speaking.

“Water…”

Despite not knowing what it was and if it was dangerous, you couldn’t in good conscious leave a helpless creature to suffer like that.

You ran to the river, taking out your water canteen and filling it with water. Once it was full, you ran back to the creature.

“Here, drink this…”

It made a strange sound, weakly pushing your hand away. Why was it resisting?

It was then you realized the creature wasn’t pushing you away, it was guiding you upwards towards its head.

There was a small dish there…

“Fill… it with water… and I’ll be forever in your debt.”

You didn’t hesitate, filling the small dish with the water. It was almost instant, the creature was on its feet and cheering, letting out happy chirps as its face nuzzled into yours.

“Thank you, thank you…”

You weren’t sure what to think of this… thing. After attempting to leave it in the wild and go home, you begrudgingly let it follow after you.

It was clingy, constantly rubbing its head against you and letting out this affectionate purr. You’d have to do some research once you got home…

As you got comfortable in your computer chair and opened your laptop, it peaked over the back, blinking as it watched you type in a few things.

Green skin, a turtle shell, and a shallow water dish on its head… every result told you it was a creature called the Kappa.

Though some of the creatures’ behaviors did concern you, the kappa before you seemed to be placated and obedient due to you saving it.

It began living with you… and you soon learned that it was… very fond of you.

Some days when you wore looser clothing, it would peek under your shirts or shorts, with an almost innocent curiosity. It started making you shy as you realized it was a he when his cock poked out, bobbing with need as he stared at your plump ass as you showered.

You were soft, with stretch marks on your breasts, belly, and thighs, and he seemed fascinated by that. He traced his webbed fingers along your stretch marks, letting out a content purr as you whined a bit.

He was a large guy, a soft belly and muscular to boot, easily able to pick you up when he wanted and could also easily pin you down. Thoughts like those flustered you… why were you thinking of that creature like this!?

Lately, it had been staying close to you at all times, letting out strange noises minutes before a male would pass by outside. Be it a human, dog, cat, or something else, he hated any male getting near you.

“Have to take care of you…” he murmured, his hand moving over your soft belly as he admired your plump body. “You saved me, I owe you that…”

You weren’t exactly sure that was the whole truth, though. He looked at you with needy eyes, his cock often erect and beading precum. His hands tended to wander along your body when he was near you, and you were starting to feel needy yourself.

Indulging him a bit wouldn’t hurt, would it?

It was nearing fall, meaning he stayed inside more often, soaking in your tub to stay moisturized and cuddling up with you if it got even slightly cold.

That meant you felt his erection rubbing against your fat thighs, sometimes slipping between them to use your thighs to get off. You didn’t really mind, even slightly rocking your hips to help him.

He adored your ass, often squeezing and playing with it, pulling apart your cheeks to look at your cute hole. Of course you shooed him away before he could push his fingers into you… but sometimes you wanted to give in.

This made you want him even more. He was always bringing home fish and fresh vegetables for you to eat, and it was too late to go back when you realized he was courting you.

The kappa saw you as his mate, his to protect and breed during the fall and winter so you’d produce his young by the upcoming spring.

His efforts began to increase the second snow began to fall. He’d go out to the river daily, coming back with too much fish for you to eat, but he insisted on filling you up for the winter.

You were already fat, a plump and curvy person, but now your belly was even softer, your stretch marks growing. This seemed to please him…

He let out a soft purr as he nuzzled his face against your neck, nibbling softly. Every day his affections grew bolder, and he was close to mating with you.

You could see the warning signs. His hands wondering, nest building, his scent lingering on your body long after he had pulled away…

It was early December when he came to you, clingy and upset. You had left the house for a few hours to do run some errands and returned to a very upset and jealous kappa.

“H-hey, it was just a little bump on the shoulder!”

But he wasn’t listening to your explanation. He could smell a man’s scent on you, and that was driving him crazy. You had run into someone accidentally, that was all, but it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The kappa was letting out an upset whine, pinning you down as he continued to nuzzle his face into you, his erection rubbing against your clothed cunt.

It was… exhilarating, feeling his webbed fingers pull your thighs apart. He took a sniff between your legs, tilting his head and letting out a contented purr when he was able to see your pussy.

You whimpered when he toyed with your clit, his tongue pushing past your plump pussy lips and into your hole. Your taste was something the kappa had never experienced before, and he could tell you were a fertile mate just by that alone.

“Pretty…”

The kappa was not a creature of many words, so to hear him compliment you in this way had you clenching around his tongue.

It didn’t take long for him to bring you to orgasm, you were so pent up from holding yourself back all these months that it was easy to make you cum.

You could tell he didn’t have much of an idea of what he was doing, it was all instincts, but you enjoyed every touch and lick.

Before long, his cock was throbbing too much to ignore and he climbed on top of you, once again nuzzling and butting his head against you affectionately as he pressed the tip of his cock against your dripping hole.

It was clear what he wanted. His hand was on your belly, feeling the soft fat and texture of your stretch marks as he pushed in.

His mind was filled with images of your belly being big and swollen, being a perfect little mate and parent to his young.

With those thoughts in mind, he pushed into you, his hand grabbing a handful of your ass as he fucked you. You felt his fingers wander, pushing into your asshole and pumping in and out as his cock stretched your pussy out.

It was all too much, you felt like you were going to burst!

He focused on your pussy at first, determined to successfully breed you. He blinked and stared down at his cock as it pushed in and out. Your pussy looked so pretty, stretching around him…

He kept going until he came inside of you, filling you up and making your belly bulge. It was an incredible sight, his eyes lighting up while his hand rubbed over your swollen belly.

But he was far from done with you. After filling you up, he turned you on your belly, lifting your hips up and pressing his cock into your asshole. It was a strange sensation. You had used toys on your pussy before, but had never tried with your ass…

He went crazy, his thrusts rough and fast. He couldn’t help it, seeing the way your fat rippled as he pounded into you was enough to drive a man mad.

Kappas loved ass, and he was no exception to this rule. He groaned as he melted into you, holding onto your hips and leaving imprints of his webbed fingers on your sensitive flesh.

The kappa was only satisfied once he had thoroughly claimed both your ass and pussy for himself, and finally curled up with you for a break. He was so happy, purring and snuggling with you.

Your body was sore and you felt exhausted, but you were strangely happy too. No human partner had ever treated you as something so beautiful and precious, but the kappa made sure to worship your body the entire time he mated with you.

With how swollen and heavy your belly was with cum, you had no doubt that if interbreeding with kappas was possible, you’d be heavily pregnant with his young in no time. He had filled you to the brim, and you were content to rest in his arms for the night.

As winter continued, you spent more time at home than usual, even requesting to work from home instead of going out every day. It was a lot more comfortable to be with your kappa lover all day.

After all, who would pick staying in a boring office and doing paperwork over going home and getting your brains fucked out by a handsome kappa?

Life sure as hell was different, but you couldn’t complain. You were happy, and no one would ever take you away from the kappa. He was your lover and protector for the rest of all time.

And he was more than happy to do it, too.

[r0rycu1kinzz]

drunk - kappa

kappa sees you intoxicated after a party and offers his help

mdni

warnings - dubcon (reader is drunk), stalker kappa, afab, biting, choking, slight degradation, scratching, p in v

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from behind one of the parked cars in your neighbourhood, kappa watched you. he always watched you. every chance he got he was staring through your window, following you. he had your whole schedule memorised, day in day out. there was something about you that was just so enticing to him. was it the way your skin glowed every time you stepped outside or how you always looked so perfect? he didn't know. all he knew was he had to talk to you. had to get his hands on you. from the first time he broke into your house to steal some of your worn clothes, he needed you.

and tonight was the perfect night for it.

you'd been at your friends birthday party for the past couple of hours, giving kappa the perfect amount of time to go over just how he wanted tonight to plan out.

he leant on one of your neighbours cars as he watched you, fumbling around as you searched for your keys. he watched every movement, the way your hair framed your face flawlessly, your stupid skimpy dress tightening in certain areas as you moved. slowly, he crept up behind you.

"excuse me, miss...would you like some help?"

you turned around, smiling up at the man in front of you. you were always so happy when you were intoxicated, hence why he chose tonight. you continued fiddling around inside of your purse, shaking it slightly to listen for the jingle of your keys. "just can't find my keys,"

he offered a hand to look for the keys for you, which you gladly took.

he took your purse, licking his lips as he took your keys out within seconds. "what's a pretty thing like you doin' out so late? can be dangerous out here," he says, unable to take his eyes off you.

you leaned against the wall as he shoved the key into the lock. you could hardly stand, the alcohol and your heels making it awfully hard. "my friends birthday party," you blabbered, your eyes travelling up to his face.

"do i know you? you look familiar.." you murmured, unknowingly recognising him from the amount of times you'd seen him on the street - the times he'd been following you.

kappa paused for a moment, giving you a charming grin as he pushed open your door. "don't think so," he said, placing a hand on the lower half of your back to guide you in. he felt his fingertips tingle as he touch you, parting his lips at the warmth of your skin. if only he could grab you and push you up against the wall and just take what he so badly needed.

he licked his lips after guiding you inside. now was for the next half of his plan - the part he was most excited for.

he leant against the doorway, running a hand through his hair.

"are you sure you're okay, sugar? ya don't look too good.."

as soon as you got inside you kicked your heels off with a sigh, looking back at kappa. you paused for a moment, now realising you actually didn't feel too good. you shook your head and shrugged.

placing a hand over your stomach, you spoke. "not really, but I'll be okay... thank you, also!" you slurred.

you began to shut the door, until he stopped you.

"miss, you can hardly walk. what kind of man would i be if i didn't see to it that you get to bed safely?" he said, trying to sound as nice as he could.

the scent of your home was making his fingers twitch as he held the door open, staring at the stairs he'd longed to carry you up whilst burying his teeth in your neck.

you were in no frame of mind to refuse some help, and kappa...seemed kind? trustworthy? whatever it was, it had you opening the door again.

"can you just..." you said, nodding your head lazily towards the kitchen and stepping back from the door. "get me some water?"

kappa nodded a little too fast, immediately stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. his heart rate picked up. finally, he was alone with you in your house.

he already knew his way around your house, he'd studied the layout of it for months now. he filled up a glass, watching with a heavy stare as you clambered up the stairs.

kappa took a moment to just look around, now that he actually had permission to be in here. he ran a finger along the countertop, his heart hammering in his chest.

eventually, he made his way up the stairs. he pretended to look clueless, like he didn't know which bedroom was yours.

his breath got caught in his throat as he saw you fighting with the zipper of your dress, stood in front of your mirror. you were so beautiful. even in the dim light of your bedroom, the room he'd studied for so long, he could see everything. he dragged a hand through his black hair as he just took a moment to look at you. your silky smooth skin, your dress hugging your figure in all the right places.

a knock at the door made you pause, glancing over at the man who stood in your doorway. you smiled a little and gestured for him to come in.

"thank you!" you exclaimed, taking the glass of water from his hand.

you took a long sip, the water immediately helping to soothe your dry throat. "honestly, if it wasn't for you i probably would've just slept downstairs." you murmured a laugh.

kappa could barely hear you, his own thoughts drowning out your voice. alone in your room, with you. the scent of you was intoxicating to him, and it was all he could smell. he inched further into the room, discreetly beginning to close the door behind him with his boot.

"by the way, i don't think i ever got your name?"

you were slurring less now, a good sign. you were beginning to sober up, just a little. still at the stage where if you closed your eyes it felt like you were drifting.

"kappa." he said, his voice low.

you repeated his name, testing it out on your own tongue as you set the glass of water aside and moved back to your mirror to continue fighting with the zip of your dress.

the sound of your name rolling from your pretty lips almost had him groaning. he exhaled a deep breath, trying to stick to his plan and not just take you right now.

he swallowed, eyes following you.

"want some help?" he asked you, taking a couple of steps closer. his eyes were on yours, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

you smiled and nodded your head. "please!" what did you do to deserve such luck?

kappa moved to stand behind you, way too close but not that you'd notice anyway. his breathing grew shallower as he pushed your hair over your shoulder, eyes dropping to the back of your exposed neck.

"fuck.." he breathed, his fingers pulling the zip of your dress down with ease. he moved slowly, savouring each passing second like it was something sacred - which to him it was.

he couldn't help himself. his face moved closer, taking a long inhale as soon as your hair brushed the tip of his nose. his knees almost buckled, pants already feeling tight. his knuckles felt like they were burning as they grazed over your skin.

you stood, oblivious to the effect you were having on the man behind you. you glanced at him through the mirror, feeling the cool air of your room wash over your back. "thank you!" you said, turning around to face him, with a small stumble.

he nodded, ignoring every urge that was telling him to fuck you stupid in front of the mirror, and took a small step back.

"could you turn around whilst i change?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.

reluctantly he turned around for a moment, trying to get his boner under control. but he just couldn't help it. it was like his body's natural instinct to get hard as soon as he saw you. hell, he wouldn't be surprised if his tip was wet and leaking already. and the thought of you in only your underwear behind him...

his head slowly craned to the side, feeling his cock twitch in his pants as he looked at the back of you. tugging a shirt over your head, your slutty panties. he swallowed hard, shoving his hands roughly into his pockets so he didn't bend you over right there.

once you'd said you'd finished, he immediately turned around again.

this was the last part of his plan. what he'd gone over at least a hundred times in his head. he'd planned out all of the different scenarios of what could happen in his head. but they all resulted in one thing - him having you.

he looked down at your pyjamas as you walked over to him again. you were blabbering on about how kind he was and how thankful you were for his help. you looked so pathetic, so small. he could easily just take you now, and there'd be nothing you could do about it. of course he didn't want to do that though. he wanted, no, needed to hear you asking for him. asking him for more.

he cut you off mid sentence, unable to wait any longer. he could feel his cock pulsating beneath his jeans, begging to be touched.

"you don't think i could get anything in return, do you sugar? f' bein' so nice n' all," he spoke. his eyes were piercing into yours, taking turns between staring at your eyes and your lips.

you tilted your head for a moment, glancing at your purse.

"you want money? i might have a little.." you say, walking towards your purse before he stopped you.

his hand landed on your shoulder, swallowing as he shook his head. he glanced down at your body, voice low as he spoke. "no, not money."

your breath hitched in your throat as he gripped your shoulder. you stood still, a little nervous now as you looked at kappa.

"then what?" you murmured.

kappa parted his lips to speak, his hand tightening briefly on your shoulder. god you were so pretty, so delicate. he couldn't take it anymore. his body, more specifically his dick, was screaming at him to do something.

his other hand came up to hold the side of your head as he crashed his lips on to yours. he was rough and demanding, kissing you so fast you barely had time to process what was going on.

you tried speaking as he ravished your lips, your heart rate instantly picking up. he shushed you, shoving his tongue between your lips.

he groaned under his breath at the taste of you. he wandered for so long how sweet you were, and he was nothing short of right. you were so sweet, so addicting.

his tongue ran along yours, purposefully continuing the kiss so you didn't have the chance to speak. he wanted you to want it.

he caressed the side of your head softly, a stark contrast to the rough of his lips as he slowly began walking you backwards towards your bed.

each nerve in his body was ignited with a burning desire for you, stronger than it had ever previously been, as he ran his fingers through your hair.

you were confused, but not necessarily opposed to the idea. he was hot, right? and you were in no frame of mind to make any rational decisions.

the backs of your knees hit your bed as he pushed you back, his hand still on your shoulder continuing to push you until you were laying down. he kept his lips on yours the whole time, not giving you a second to speak as he tugged you up the bed so that you're pretty head was against the plush of your pillows.

he crawled over you, his body aching with need.

finally he took his lips off yours, looking down at you with a heavy stare. he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, the sight of you staring back up at him making his cock strain harder against his jeans.

"you're so fucking pretty...my pretty girl, taste so good.." he murmured.

you swallowed a whimper, body shivering. "k-kappa, what are you doing?" you questioned quietly.

his rough hands roamed all over your body, his voice a low murmur as he shushed you. "poor thing...you're confused aren't you?" his hands ran down your arms, then pushed up the hem of your shirt to feel the soft skin of your abdomen. "just..you just need to let me do this, okay sugar? kappa 'll make you feel good. you wanna feel good, don't you?"

he wrapped one hand around your wrist, bringing your hand to his boner. he groaned at the touch, pressing your hand harder against him. "this...you did this to me." he whispered.

your eyes dropped to where he had your hand pressed, a soft whimper leaving your wet lips. "me?"

he nodded, black hair covering half of his face. "all you.."

he ground his hips against the palm of your hand, before dropping it back to your side. kappa's lips found yours again, his tongue pushing past yours to taste you more. you tasted like everything he'd ever dreamed of and more.

he moved himself between your thighs, gently grinding up against you. he knew it wouldn't take much since you were drunk, but it didn't stop his need to have you begging him for more.

you whimpered quietly into his mouth at the gentle friction, your body slowly beginning to feel hotter. the weight of him above you and the way he was salvaging your lips only made the room feel like it was spinning more as you closed your eyes.

kappa felt your nervousness subside, your body relaxing under his touch. he moaned into you, pushing the hem of your shirt up further so that he could slide it off of you.

he threw it on the floor, his hands all over the newly exposed skin.

"you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, how much i need it.." he murmured against your skin as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

you shivered and placed a hand on his shoulder to ground yourself as his hips kept up the taunting movement against yours.

kappa pressed wet kisses along your collarbone, alternating between kissing and nipping at your skin. he needed you to be marked. it was still a question whether you'd remember this in the morning, hence why he needed to leave you something that would make you remember.

his large hands moved under your back to lift you up with ease, unclasping your bra. he glanced up at your face as he practically ripped the bra away from your chest, his hips grinding harder against you once he saw the blissful look on your face.

"you like it? tell me you like it," he mumbled, his mouth enveloping one of your nipples, his hand on the other.

you moaned softly at the feeling of his warm tongue, beginning to get lost in the sensations he was giving to you. swallowing, you nodded your head. "yes.." you murmured.

he groaned softly at your confirmation. he wanted so badly to draw this out and stay kissing your delicious skin for the rest of the night, but his cock was beginning to hurt from how bad he needed you.

he lifted up for a moment to drag his shirt off his head, then tugged his jeans off.

his hands trailed over your waist as he looked down at you, squeezing your skin.

in what felt like a split second, your shorts were on the floor and his hands were running over your legs.

he sighed in content as he finally got to look down at your panties, groaning to himself as he saw the damp that had been collecting there.

he leaned over you again, one arm beside your head to steady himself as he pressed his fingers against your pussy over the fabric of your panties.

you whimpered his name quietly, reaching down to try and grip his wrist.

"no," he muttered, pushing your hand away.

"just relax, i'll take good care of you...promise,".

he pressed a single finger against your clit from over the fabric, making you writhe beneath him.

the small touches were, as he'd hoped, making you needy. and in return, the quiet, pathetic little noises you were making made him turn almost feral.

"please," you reluctantly murmured.

kappa's breath hitched, pressing his finger harder against you.

"what is it? tell me what you want."

you whined softly, hips bucking against his finger.

kappa bit down on your neck, moving his finger in slow circles against you. "huh? can't help you if i don't know what you need,"

you whimpered at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin, your own hand tugging at your panties.

he exhaled a slow breath, helping you to slide your panties off. he leant back on his knees staring down between your thighs. "holy fuck," he murmured. placing his hands on your knees, he spread your thighs apart to give him the most perfect view.

he couldn't imagine anything more beautiful. he stared, burning the image of you like this into his head.

his fingers were on you again shortly after, dragging two long fingers along your slit. "god you're so wet.." he groaned quietly, fingers rubbing harsh circles now against your clit. "want me that bad?"

you moaned at the direct touch, the alcohol in your system working to heighten every one of your senses. your pussy clenched around nothing as his fingers worked on you, soft pleas spilling from your lips.

kappa sucked on the skin above your tits, leaving deep bruises over your skin.

your quiet moans and murmurs of his name was like a prayer to him. they made his heart thrum against his chest, wishing he'd brought a camera so he could've filmed this whole thing.

your hips were bucking against his fingers, gentle whines filling the room and kappa couldn't take it anymore.

he leaned off you, roughly pulling his boxers down. his hand landed on his aching cock, slowly pumping it to try and relieve some of the tension - though it didn't work, wouldn't work until he was inside of you.

"look at me," he murmured.

you opened your eyes, biting back a gasp as you saw him. you'd been with people before, but none of them could compare to kappa.

he got back over you, holding his cock at the base and sliding his tip over you.

he was staring down at you with parted lips, not even blinking - needing to see your face as he entered you.

"k-kappa, wait.." you said quietly, nervous all of a sudden.

he shook his head, still sliding his cock over you. "you want this," he mumbled.

you swallowed, breath hitching as you felt his tip slip inside of you.

the both of you gasped, his cock immediately stretching you out. he gave you hardly any time to adjust, pushing all the way in and filling you up to the brim before pulling out again.

kappa groaned, quiet curses leaving his lips as he watched your face. the feel and sound of your pussy swallowing him had his cock twitching already inside of you.

your thighs twitched, back arching into his chest as he used you. your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, quiet moans and gasps leaving your lips.

kappa's hand gripped your throat suddenly and squeezed your precious skin roughly. "f-fuck..fucking look at me you bitch,"

you whimpered louder, your pussy clenching around him. your hand came up to wrap around his wrist as you opened your eyes, trying to pry his hand away from your neck.

he groaned as he fucked into you, gripping your neck harder. with his free hand he took the both of yours, pinning them above your head so that you were completely helpless.

"that's it," he praised, voice low.

"just be good f'me, yeah?"

kappa let his eyes trail down your body, watching the way your tits bounced with each rough thrust, and then down to where the two of you met.

quiet murmurs of his name were spilling from your lips, the pleasure pooling and ripping through every nerve in your body.

he didn't once slow down, even as tears began to brim at your eyes. he wouldn't let himself stop until your pussy memorised every vein of his cock. the tip of him pushed against your cervix with every thrust as you writhed in pleasure beneath him.

taking his hand away from your neck, he pinched a piece of skin on your stomach just to hear you gasp before pressing his hand against his abdomen so that he could feel himself through you.

he groaned, pressing harder and watching as your pretty face contorted with pleasure.

"see? feels good doesn't it?" he muttered, almost mockingly.

he pulled his cock out of you suddenly, not wanting the moment to be over just yet.

with a tight grip he moved you like you were just a toy, adjusting you so you were on your knees and arching for him.

you mewled pathetically as he pushed your face into the pillows, dragging a rough hand along your back.

"please, kappa...please," you repeated in a whisper.

with a harsh smack on your ass, kappa leaned down briefly. he spread your pussy with two fingers, pressing his hot tongue against you.

your body shook and your back arched further, trying to chase the pleasure he was giving to you.

he almost came from the taste of you, licking and sucking at your swollen clit.

he licked his lips, leaning back up and immediately impaling you with his cock again.

you gasped into your pillows, a small patch of drool forming on it as you lost yourself.

kappa hooked one of his arms under the both of yours, pulling you up so your head hit his shoulder as he abused your pussy.

he dragged his nails along your stomach, leaving red scratches along your skin. "you gonna remember this in the morning? how much of a fuckin' whore you are?" he muttered into your ear.

you weren't sure how much longer you could last, your whole body shaking as your climax neared. your pussy was aching from the force he was fucking you with, yet still tingling from the pleasure.

he gripped your throat again, head falling into the crook of your neck to bite you.

"answer me,"

you moaned, your head dizzy. "fuck! y-yes..i will!" you whimpered.

kappa groaned against your ear, letting a hand drop to your pussy and rubbed quick circles against your clit. "good,"

filthy words fell from his lips, incoherent to you as the pleasure from both his fingers and his cock eventually got too much.

you came around his cock, pussy dripping and spasming on him.

kappa too wasn't close behind, letting his eyes fall shut as he snapped his hips against you.

"f-fuck, yes..thats it," he mumbled as you felt his warm cum spilling inside of you.

his hips slowed down, grip on you loosening as he shivered behind you.

you fell forwards onto your bed, your whole body aching. your skin was bruised and scratched, and kappa looked at you in awe. your pretty body bruised, covered in his marks, his cum dripping from you.

he draped the covers over your body, before wordlessly getting dressed.

he dragged a hand through his now messy hair, wiping some sweat away from his forehead. he reached down and pressed a gentle kiss to your head, hoping you'd remember everything he did to you in the morning.

and if you didn't? he'd make sure that the next time it happened, you'd be sober.

a/n i love kappa sm bye

[rabbits-bad-habit]

Just Take - Kappa/GN Reader

Kappa takes your virginity, hoping to break you a bit in the process.

TW: Smut, reader has AFAB anatomy but no gendered terms are used, oral sex (r recieving), fingering, p in v, size difference and by association pain, loss of virginity, kinda soft actually, Kappa being manipulative ofc

A/N: I couldn't think of a good synopsis for this bc I genuinely didn't know what I was writing until I had written it lol. He's so gross, he makes me feel disgusting. I love it.

It was going to hurt. No matter how much time Kappa gave to you, no matter how soft he attempted to be, the sting was going to be present and prominent at that. Not your fault, far from it, you can only do so much when compared to him. You were not the first. You wouldn't be the last either. The adjustment period was something he expected, something he was looking forward to. One of the many things he had told you about in advance.

He had taken many, taken the innocence of many. He knew his own body and he knew how to work it to the utmost advantage. Not that he had to try much to begin with. He’d warned you, he really had. You had the same answer every time he brought it up. You could handle it, you could take whatever he gave you. He could tell you couldn't. He agreed, knowing by now you knew what you were getting into. Who was he to deny a sweet thing the reward they had clearly worked up to; earned. You knew yourself, it was your body after all, not his. Not yet, at least.

Kappa had you pinned to his silk-sheeted bed, his eccentricity decorated room a much familiar sight by now. Despite the excitement and arousal spreading through your body, it was easy to feel the nerves creeping in just as heavy. You had never done this before, let alone with him. Not that he’d never invited you into his bed, there was no lack of exploration, but this was new ground. It felt like you were doing something important with someone important. You put your trust in him, of course you did. Why wouldn't you? There was no avoiding the faint nervousness, though.

He removed your clothes with ease, sliding each garment off like he had done it a hundred times before. Quiet murmuring about how he should have done this sooner. Cursing under his breath as he took a look over your nude body. Firm, soft and subtle possession in every movement he made. He had never said a word about it, no discussion was made, but you knew he was in charge. You knew he had the control. It was nice, in a way, it felt natural to submit to him. You wanted to let him have control.

He had made an honest attempt to get your body ready for what was to come. Truly, he had. He put genuine care into you, something he didn't make an effort with for partners he had no intention of keeping. Care, affection, thought besides minimizing harm. He had spent a half hour forcing you over the edge, giving you as much attention as it would take. Picking your slick up on his tongue, letting it drip down onto the deepest parts of his fingers. Touching and grabbing at every inch of your exposed skin.

It was never going to be enough, not really. He drove himself dizzy with his head between your thighs, and replaced all of your thoughts with the feeling of his lips on your skin. The warmth of his breath. There was no longer room for nerves when he finally freed his cock from the cotton that concealed it. He never wore anything under his clothes. Convenient.

All of his previous warnings and comments echoed in your fogged mind while you looked him over. Kappa was never one to lie, not flat out. Not to you, anyway, but you thought he had to have been exaggerating his size when he went on about it so much. When he mentioned it every time you even brought up the idea of having sex with him. You had simply assumed, but you were wrong. He hadn't been.

It wasn't overly unrealistic, still big. Startling to see in front of you, especially compared to your own body. Knowing what you had agreed to. It ended just below his belly button, thick and veiny. Pale, a contrast to the naturally tanned skin of the rest of his body. Even just getting your hands on it had been intimidating and he stopped you before you could even think of attempting to put your mouth on him.

Politely declining, that's not your job tonight. You will get your chance, but not now. That's not what now was about. He led you back until you were laying flat, head hitting one of the dozen pillows he always had piled at the headboard. Soft movements from hands with such rough skin, putting you exactly where he needed you. “Just lay back.” He had said, assuring and simple. “Just take.”

His cock was painfully hard and it only got worse as he watched as you settled in where you were. Adjusting your position so you were just-so. Comfortable. Looking back at him with deep trust, waiting so patiently for him to give you something so highly considered. So culturally sacred. Just because he did it often didn't mean he took it lightly. It was part of the appeal, someone deciding to let him do such a thing, take such a thing.

He tried his best to go slow, be as gentle as his physique would allow. Pushing into you with such hesitation, shushing your whines in a way that felt just as sneering as it did genuine. He barely got the first inch behind your begrudgingly accepting walls before you were clutching at him. Watching your eyes squeeze shut, each minute tense of muscle in your face. Watching you react without any further thought.

You clawed at the shirt he still had on. The fabric snagged on your nails but you didn't seem to notice, Kappa simply didn't care. Holes in a shirt was worth the feeling of impaling you on his cock. Your tight, wet, warmth an almost overwhelming feeling to him. The sweetest whimpers coming one after the other, tumbling past your lips with every further movement he made.

The stretch was bordering on too much. You adjusted your hips to accommodate the girth, and at that, it was still a struggle. He was mumbling something to you, reassurance, but it was hard to make out a word of it when you were being brought right up to your limit. Not over, no lines being pushed. Not too much, but nearly. You could handle it, not well, but you could handle it. You would make yourself, at least.

By the time he had himself down to the hilt, entirely sheathed, you were already falling apart. Every breath bringing short whimpers into the room, quieted by the fabric draping the walls. Grasping onto Kappa as though you would entirely lose yourself if you no longer made contact. He couldn't help but laugh at you, at how easy it was to get you into such a state. He knew you, he knew you wouldn't hold up as well as you talked. All bark, no bite. The mental image of what he had in front of him now is exactly what got him to pursue you in the first place.

“You doin’ okay, angel?” He questioned, a smug grin on his lips that said ‘i told you so’ even if you couldn't see it through your still shut eyes. You nodded frantically, afraid he may back off if you didn't make it clear enough. He wouldn't. He wouldn't stop unless you told him to. So he continued despite your prematurely fucked out nature. He pulled his hips back slowly, drinking in the beautiful moan it had earned him.

The pace was at first slow, and as forgiving as he could make it, just as he had promised. The drag of his thick cock along your insides was unlike anything you'd felt before, a sting followed every shallow thrust. Being reminded to relax, your tense muscles making it near impossible for even him to focus. He wondered how much longer until you found tears in your eyes, how much longer after that would you tap out.

“I know, it’s a lot, huh?” He mused, dripping in insincerity. Almost mocking. His words just barely registered in your mind, and you could only whine in reply. He was mumbling, rambling. He knew you were more occupied with other things to listen, he just wanted to hear himself talk.  Wanted you to feel the hum of his voice, even if you simply couldn't catch a word of it. “You're takin’ it, though.”

He kept going, thrusts becoming deeper, longer. Less careful as the feeling got less overbearing, less sharp. Enjoyment not exclusively coming from how much he stretched your cunt, but rather the deep places he hit. Every single time he sunk down into you, his dick was brushing against every inch of your insides. Even if the pain was becoming nothing more but background noise, the overwhelm was not. You were beyond sensitive, and he was playing it up as much as he possibly could.

Eventually you had gotten comfortable enough to unlatch your claws from his shirt and allow your eyes to fall back open. It wasn't long before they found new space to grab in the sheets and pillows under your head. Cute. You just couldn't go one second without needing something to hold onto. Needing something to offset the feeling of being as full as your body would allow.

You looked up to see Kappa, hair in his face. Eyes trained downwards to where the two of you met, where his cock was buried. The way you seemed to effortlessly swallow him whole, graciously. It gave him an almost primal feeling. Knowing how much of a struggle it truly was, the imagery being so easy only encouraged him further. Only tempted him into breaking you down. Showing you how much you didn't know you had needed him. Until you needed him.

Not tonight, not now. This was not about his desires, his need to keep you where you were. No, this was about laying the groundwork to get you there. Open your mind to how good it felt to be utterly ruined by him. How much you've been missing out on by staying away from sex for so long. How much he just adored you, the way your mouth fell open every time his cock hit that little spot that made you lightheaded. How much he loved your repetition of “please” as he continued overwhelming your body.

He gradually sped up, slowly working you up to a pace that was nothing short of painful. Steadily making you need more, asking for more. He switched the placement of his own hands. One hand settling onto the carved wooden headboard above, giving him extra leverage. The other gripping your thigh with a bit more force than you'd expected of him, thumb just barely rubbing circles into the soft skin it could reach.

There was no slowing at this point, you were so engrossed in him you couldn't even think to tear yourself away. No matter how much the weight of his cock dragging against your inside stung, no matter how much it hurt the first time he let himself hit your cervix. You wanted him to do it again. He knew you would once you felt the ache. Exactly as he had instructed, you laid back and took it. So, so, well.

The hand on your thigh explored higher as he heard your whines only increase in frequency. He could tell you were getting close to that edge in what felt like no time at all. Your cunt fluttered around him, and you were subconsciously meeting your hips with his. He let out a drawn moan at the feeling. Could you even tell you were so dangerously close to release? He wasn't sure, but he was determined to give it to you whether you caught on or not.

You all but yelped when he slid his middle two fingers over your clit. He used them softly, running them over the soft slick skin carefully. The new pressure causing that knot in your core to tighten, so close but not quite enough. Pleas tumbled from your mouth, interrupted by Kappa’s reassurance. Despite his composure, his breath was heavy and his voice was low, from the back of his throat. “Yeah, I hear you. S’nice, isn't it?”

Once again you found your hands making fists in his clothing, pulling him as close as he could let you. Your release was approaching and quickly. Kappa attempted to keep his pace as steady as possible, watching you writhe beneath him. Watching every sweet facial expression that flashed across your features, knowing every second he spent buried so deeply inside of you was valuable time. He couldn't help but chuckle, you were being claimed from the inside out and you didn't even know it.

“You've got me. Come on, sugar.” He encouraged, tone void of the mocking it had thus far. Letting out his own groans, masked by the sounds you were making. You were something else, taking the slam to your guts and asking for more. Tripping him up, catching him off guard. He wanted to see you fall to pieces on his cock. Needed it.

Before you could even think, you felt yourself being thrown over the edge and into such a dizzying orgasm. Back arching away from the mattress, voice pitching so high you could no longer be heard. He praised and shushed you, but you couldn't tell. It didn't help when it all crashed over you, stimulation going from not enough to too much in a matter of seconds. You felt like you had entirely drifted away from earth and it wasn't easy to come back down when you still had Kappa’s entire length keeping you full. 

No word about it, but you would learn. It was Kappa’s job to decide when you've had enough. Now that he had a taste of what you could handle, he couldn't help but want to toy with you some. Initially, he'd planned to be kind. To release you and deal with himself but now, looking at your twitching figure, he had to test your limits. Push you, see when you would tap. You would truly impress him if you could go the mile on your first try. That would be a real first.

You could. You didn't know it, but you could, and you did. Whimpering through the delicious pain of overstimulation. Kappa had given you one grace, and held his touch from your now so sensitive clit, making the continued contact the slightest bit easier. Each pained sound you made fueled him. You were enjoying it, drinking in the all encompassing feeling. It was hot, real fucking hot.

It only took a minute or two for him to follow, crashing into his own release through the frantic thrust of his hips. Stilling his dick deep and spilling his cum deep inside of you. Soft groans complimenting quiet swears, hands clamping down on what he was holding. His usual unaffected facade broke through as he recovered.

He sat back on his knees, combing a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. His chest heaved with each deep breath. You had made a dent in him, that's for sure. Nothing close to what he had done to you, however. Flushed, limp arms thrown over your red face now that you had no reason to hang onto the things around you. Barely keeping your eyes open, your lower half feeling used in a way that you could only yearn to hold onto. You were entirely spent.

“You held up!” Kappa praised, running a hand over your sweat-slick hair. He planted himself next to you, and firmly pulled your back towards his chest. Voice low, laced with soft possession, allure. “You, my dear, are staying with me.”  

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Ashes and Vinyls

CHAP 8: Ashes In The Sink And Vinyl Screams

playing: "bruises" - Ethel Cain unreleased

A month passed.

Burzum was signed. Mayhem rehearsals grew intense. And Helvete became louder, sharper, more dangerous. There was something new in the air — the scent of ash. Of smoke. The sick sweetness of destruction clinging to Euronymous’s clothes when he stumbled into her apartment, hours before dawn. He never told her where he’d been. But she could smell it. The first time, she said nothing. The second time, her hands trembled when she touched his jacket. The third, he smelled like soot and church paint and left her sheets blackened. Helvete was alive with it. Euronymous had been immersed in it all, working late, meeting with Varg, managing tapes, and sketching ideas for the next wave of their "movement."

But when he was with her, none of that followed him in.

They were at his apartment for once — her legs stretched across his the couch, her back leaned into him as they sat curled up on his battered sofa, watching an old horror movie on VHS. The grainy film flickered across the walls in bluish-gray light. She wore his beige turtleneck sweater, far too big on her, the sleeves covering her hands, and a pair of black jeans cuffed at the ankle. Her hair was a little messy from where she'd tugged it back. He thought she looked better than anything on the screen. The two of them laughed at the awful acting, his head tilted down toward hers. No tension, no shadows. Just the warmth of a shared blanket and a bad movie.

Then the phone rang.

Euronymous groaned, trying to shift — but she leaned more of her weight onto him, grinning into his shoulder. they both laughed, his eyes narrowing at the ringing phone across the room behind his glasses. She giggled. “Okay, asshole,” he added under his breath with a smirk, carefully untangling himself and slipping out from under her. He kissed her forehead on the way up — a brief, automatic gesture — and padded over to pick up the receiver, still chuckling as he answered. “Yeah, what?” His tone shifted as soon as he heard the voice on the other end.

Varg.

She didn’t hear everything — just his half of the conversation, the way his posture subtly stiffened. She sat up, brushing her hair back, watching him quietly. “You want to what?” he asked, voice flatter now. A pause. He turned away from her slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think going public is smart? Now?” Another pause. His jaw tightened. “No, I’m not scared,” he said calmly, but there was an edge underneath. “But maybe I’m the only one here who’s actually thinking. you could put the black circle in shit as well as Faust for what he'd done.” it was silent for a while. "then why did you call me?"

He hung up with a quiet click, slower than usual. Not a slam, not a muttered curse. Just... stillness. The kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. When he turned back to her, something in his expression had shifted. Not angry. Not sad. Just… distant in a way that wasn’t physical. “Was that Varg?” she asked, adjusting the sweater on her arms as she sat upright on the couch. He nodded. “Yeah.” “What did he want?” Euronymous ran a hand through his hair, then dropped it to his side. “He wants to go public. With the church burnings.” Her breath caught. She blinked. “Wait — what?” He shrugged, too casual for her liking. “He thinks it’s time. He says it’ll shake people awake. Make them realize black metal isn’t just a genre. Says we need to make a real statement, that It’s a war.”

“A war,” she repeated flatly, staring at him. “You’re not actually considering that, are you?” He didn’t answer, but that silence was the answer. She stood up from the couch, wrapping her arms around herself. “You’re not a soldier, Øystein. You’re not a revolutionary. You run a record store. You scream about Satan. And now you're burning down churches with Varg like it’s some twisted rite of passage?” That hit. His face darkened. “I’m not just some kid playing dress-up. This is bigger than the shop. Bigger than you. You wouldn’t understand—” “Because I did know about Mayhem or Black metal before I met you?” she snapped. “Because I wasn’t in love with some made-up version of ‘black metal purity’? Sorry I liked you for who you were underneath all the bullshit — the guy who gets coffee stains on his journal because he somewhat a klutz, who forgets to replace his guitar strings for weeks and wonders why his guitar sounds like shit, who actually laughs and loves when he’s not trying so hard to be a legend.”

His mouth opened, then shut again. For a second, he looked almost heartbroken. “You don’t get it,” he said, his voice dropping. “This—this is all I have. Mayhem, Helvete, the scene — it’s the only thing that means something. It’s the only thing that ever did.” She stepped toward him, her hands shaking now. “You have me, Øystein. You had me. And I’m not going to stand by while you destroy yourself just to impress Varg and a bunch of teenage boys in fucking face paint. You’re turning into exactly what you said you hated — a poser. A fake revolutionary who thinks fire and murder are the only way to make a point. You sound just like him.” He flinched, That pulled a reaction. His jaw clenched, and he stepped forward. and for a moment, she thought he might cry. But instead, he laughed — a bitter, cold sound. “Don’t compare me to him. I’m the one who built this. I gave him a platform, A voice!" “And now you’re letting him lead it.” Her voice cracked with disbelief.

“You’re letting a delusional narcissist with a fucked savior complex dictate what this all means. You think that makes you real? That makes you brave? I saw you. Not the band. Not the hype. You, Øystein. and I think you’re losing who you are.” She gulped, wrapping her arms around herself "You think you’re better than me? Sitting there in my clothes, sleeping in my arms, pretending like you’re not just as fucked up as the rest of us? You never talk about your past — you act like you’re above all this, but you’re not. you’re just hiding. Behind film, behind photos, behind me.”

She stared at him for a long time. Something inside her twisted, hard. “You want to talk about hiding?” she said, her voice flat and steady. His expression shifted — wary, curious, unsure. “I was eight. My dad was an addict. My mom was working late, and I was in the bath. He OD’d in the hallway. Right outside the door. I stepped out in my towel and found him there — eyes open, mouth blue. I sat next to him for hours, freezing, until my mom came home and found me, shaking so hard I couldn’t speak. That’s why I left, came here” she added, softer now. “That’s why she took me far away and tried to rebuild something. And then she… you know the rest.”

She continued, voice cracking but rising. “I came here because I didn’t want to rot in that house. I came here because I needed to be anywhere but there. And you—you made me feel like I had a place again. But now all I see is you pulling away from everything that made you human. From me. You’re not the only one who’s lost people,” she whispered. “But you don’t see me burning the world to prove it.” She swallowed hard. Her chest hurt. Her eyes burned, but she didn’t cry. “I can’t watch you set fire to the world and call it art,” she whispered.

He stood, quiet and cold. “You don’t understand what I’m trying to do,” he muttered. “No,” she said, tears stinging her eyes now, “I understand exactly what you’re doing. You’re trying to out-suffer everyone. Like if you burn brighter, scream louder, people will think you matter more.” He glared at her, face raw. “And you? What are you doing here, really? Playing house with the guy who sells misery in his little satanic store? You think this is going to end any differently than everything else in your life?” She flinched like he’d struck her. Something between them shattered. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… broke. She bit the inside of her cheek nodding, she slipped his sweater off, fixing her shirt as She grabbed her coat. When she left, she didn’t say anything at all.

Not even goodbye.

He didn’t move for a long time after the door closed. Didn’t light a cigarette. Didn’t pace. Didn’t scream or smash anything. Just stood there, her weight gone from the sweater, the scent of her tea still lingering in the air. The silence swallowed him. And it wasn’t comforting. He sat down on the couch where they'd fallen asleep together so many times. The TV still hummed with the paused movie they hadn’t finished. He picked up his sweater and held it in his lap, staring at the muted images on the screen. His head was buzzing with the memory of her voice — the way it cracked when she told him about her father. The way she looked at him like she still believed in him, even while walking away.

What the fuck was he doing? He wasn’t sure if he was more furious with her for saying the things he hadn’t wanted to admit… or with himself for knowing she was right. The phone rung again. He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for the tape deck beside the TV — the one they’d used to play demos. He pulled out a worn cassette of old rehearsals with Pelle. Sat back. And pressed play. Dead's voice flooded the room. Echoing. Hollow. He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. And for the first time in a long, long time, he whispered, “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know if he meant it for Pelle… or for her.

Maybe both

The night air stung more than usual. Not just from the cold. But from the hollow ache that spread in her chest like frostbite. Her boots echoed sharply on the wet pavement, and every step away from his apartment felt both too heavy and not far enough. She didn’t go home right away. Instead, she wandered — the way she did after she found her mother died, like if she just kept walking long enough, the grief would dissolve in her wake. When she did finally unlock her apartment, it felt foreign. Like a film set once filled with warmth now abandoned between scenes. She didn’t cry right away. Instead, she went to the camera still sitting on her desk, the one he'd asked about. The one he said she should use to take his picture.

She turned it on. Flipped through the images. There he was — blurry, sharp, grinning, frowning. Her Øystein. Staring into the lens like he saw her and didn’t mind being seen back. She set it down gently. Then curled up in the chair with one of his records spinning quietly — something older, rawer, a Vinyl he had made just for her. His voice distant, distorted. And that’s when she broke. Silent, breathless tears. The kind that hurt worse than screaming. Because even with everything they’d said… she still loved him. And it terrified her.

She doesn't go back to Helvete. The thought of seeing him — standing behind the counter where they once shared quiet, unspoken moments — feels like picking at a wound too fresh to touch. So she starts walking different routes. Skips the side of town with the red door and blacked-out windows. Trades leather for layers. Trades loud for silence. The apartment is too quiet now. She leaves the radio on low just to fill the space, flipping between stations even though none of it feels right. Her camera stays untouched on the desk, a film roll still inside with photos she can’t bring herself to develop.

Instead, she takes to writing little things on scrap paper — memories she has of him. The way he looked when he first took his boots off at her door. The weird way he poured tea. How his voice dropped an octave when he talked about music. How he’d sometimes hum under his breath without realizing. She stuffs the scraps into a shoebox beneath her bed, telling herself it’s not about keeping him close. But it is. Late at night, she thinks about that last fight. Rewinds it over and over. The look in his eyes when she told him about her father. The tension in his jaw. The way his voice broke for just a second when he shouted, "This—this is all I have. Mayhem, Helvete, the scene — it’s the only thing that means something. It’s the only thing that ever did."

She wants to hate him.

But she can’t.

He's short-tempered at the store. Snaps at Faust for breathing too loud. Doesn’t even look up when customers come in unless they ask for black metal tapes. Even then, he gives them the coldest version of himself. He hasn't touched his guitar in a week. Every time he thinks about picking it up, he sees her — sitting cross-legged in front of him, her eyes focused and set on him, listening like his music meant something beyond blood and fire. The flat is a wreck. Dishes stack up. Takeout containers litter the counter. But he doesn’t care. The smell of burnt coffee clings to everything. He still wears the beige turtleneck sweater — the one she stretched out a little at the sleeves. It's comfort now. Ghost-like.

When Varg shows up unannounced, talking about more burnings and press and power, Øystein just stares at him like he's underwater. Muted. Faint. “You’re distracted,” Varg says. He doesn’t respond. Because distracted isn’t the word. He's haunted. He’s haunted by the way she made even the silence feel warm. The way her touch didn’t feel like a weakness, but like armor. He plays the demo she liked on repeat some nights. The one he never finished. The one she said sounded “like snowfall if it could bleed.” He doesn't know how to fix it. He just knows she was the only thing in his life not soaked in performance or pretense. And he’s starting to realize that if he lets her go, he might lose whatever is left of who he really is.

Oslo in late autumn. Cold enough to make your fingertips numb, wet enough that the city feels smeared and blurred at the edges. She’s got her hood up, headphones in, camera slung around her neck again — her first time out shooting in weeks. She hadn’t meant to walk this far, hadn’t planned to end up on this street. But she sees him before he sees her. He’s standing beneath the awning of a coffee place two blocks from Helvete — just a cafe with a hand-painted sign and stacks of vinyl in the window. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers, a cup of black coffee in the other, wearing that same beige turtleneck under a battered leather jacket.

She almost turns around. Almost pretends not to notice. But then he turns — and their eyes lock. The breath catches in both their throats. It’s only a second, maybe two, but it stretches wide like a chasm. His lips part, like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. She tugs her headphones down slowly. “…Hey,” she says, just loud enough to be heard over the rain. He stares for a second longer. Then “Hey.” It’s awkward. It’s awful. It’s everything. They both laugh a little — not because it’s funny, but because what else can you do when the world cracks open like this? “You, uh… been taking photos again?” he asks, nodding to the camera like it’s some fragile piece of proof that she’s still herself.

She shrugs. “Trying. You look the same.” “So do you.” They both know it’s a lie. They both look tired. Thinner around the eyes. Grayer at the edges. “You wanna… come in for a minute?” he asks, gesturing to the record store behind him. She hesitates. The rain’s coming down harder now, cold seeping into her sleeves. “Okay.” They duck inside. It smells like coffee and vinyl and old wood. The kind of place where time pauses. There’s nobody else inside but the bored kid behind the counter. They sit down in a booth in the back, near the jazz section. Close, but not touching. “I’ve been meaning to call,” he says after a long silence. “Have you?” “Yeah.” “Why didn’t you?” He swallows hard. Looks at her. Really looks. “Because I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me. After what I said. After… all of it.”

She bites her lip. Looks down at her hands. After a while of silence filled by the rain drops outside “I didn’t mean to tell you about my dad like that. I didn’t mean for it to be… ammo.” His voice is hoarse when he answers. “I never saw it like that. I just… I didn’t know what to do with something that real. I’m not used to… real. I mean I am from you but just.... not in like that” Silence again. The air is heavy with it. “I missed you,” he says softly, the truth slipping out before he can stop it. His hand twitches, like he wants to reach for her but doesn’t trust himself to. “I think I forgot how to breathe when you left.” And just like that, the distance between them doesn’t feel so wide anymore.

They don’t talk for a few moments.

Just sit there listening to the rain drum against the windows and the occasional scratch of a record someone forgot to flip. Her fingers are resting near his on the bench, not quite touching, and it drives him a little mad. Finally, she whispers, “You said you forgot how to breathe when I left.” He turns to her, heart skipping a beat. “I meant it.”There’s a tremble to her voice when she says, “I couldn’t breathe either. Not for a while.” He leans back against the booth, legs stretched out, looking like he hasn’t slept properly in days. There’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “You were right, you know,” he says eventually. “About Varg. About me trying to be something I’m not. A revolutionary. A legend. Whatever the hell it is I thought I was doing.”She tilts her head, watching him carefully. “Why did you?”

He shrugs, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. “I don’t know. Maybe I thought if I made something big enough — loud enough — it would drown out everything else.” “Like what?” “Like the quiet. Like being alone.” He pauses. “Like Pelle.” She nods slowly. “I know that kind of noise.” His eyes meet hers again. “I hated myself for hurting you.” “I hated you for a little while,” she replies, gently. “And then I hated myself more.” He flinches. She notices, but doesn’t pull back. “I shouldn’t have left like that,” she says after a beat. “But I was scared. I didn’t want to watch you disappear. Not like them. Not like my mom. Not like my dad. I couldn’t do it again.” “You won’t,” he says quietly. “I’m still here.”

They look at each other. Really look. That same gaze from her balcony, from the cigarette shared on the carpet, from the morning after they first fell asleep on her bed. It’s all still there. Every quiet second of it. She leans in slightly, voice barely a breath “I want you to be. Still here, I mean.” “I am.” They sit in that for a while — in the sharp ache of honesty. He pulls off one of his rings and starts to fidget with it nervously, and she watches the way his fingers shake just slightly. “I’ve got stuff I need to fix,” he admits. “The music, the band. Me.” She nods. “Me too.” “But maybe I don’t want to do it without you,” he adds. That lands between them like a match in dry grass. She swallows. “I don’t know if I’m ready for everything to be okay again.” “I’m not asking for okay,” he says. “I’m just asking for… a second chance.” Her lips twitch — almost a smile, but it doesn’t quite make it there. Still, she shifts closer, their knees brushing now.

“Come on,” she says softly, standing. “Walk me to the bridge.” He follows her out, back into the cold, and they walk side by side under one shared umbrella, the rain still coming down. Their hands brush once. Then again. And then, slowly, fingers laced, like they were never meant to let go in the first place.

The streets are slick underfoot, reflecting the amber streetlights in long, trembling streaks. She doesn’t let go of his hand as they walk — not even when the wind picks up and tugs at the edges of her coat, or when her boots slip slightly on the damp pavement and he catches her with a soft laugh. There’s something gentle in the silence between them now. Tired, maybe, but no longer sharp. The worst has already spilled between them like blood in water. All that’s left is what they do with it. When they reach the bridge, she slows. It's quiet here — only the sound of water rushing below and the distant echo of some dog barking in the suburbs. The sky is heavy and bruised, but clear enough that a few stars peek through.

He rests his elbows on the cold iron railing, hands still fidgeting, that same silver ring between his fingers. She watches him for a moment before joining him. “You always come here?” “Sometimes.” He turns the ring over once more in his hand. “It’s stupid.” “What is?” “This place. I mean, not stupid. Just… predictable. Overdramatic.” She leans against the rail beside him. “Maybe. But it’s yours.” He looks over at her, then down at the ring again. “I’ve had this since I was sixteen. It’s cheap. I think I stole it from a flea market. But I’ve always kept it. Like… I don’t know. A dumb reminder that I exist.” She reaches out, brushing her fingers along his wrist.

He holds the ring out to her, palm open. She blinks. “What’s this?” “I want you to have it.” She stares at it for a second. “Why?” “Because you remind me I exist. Not Euronymous. Just… me.” Her throat tightens. He smiles, just barely. “Besides, you’ve always worn rings that are obviously too big” He nods towards the three rings she was already wearing. She laughs, soft and a little wet around the edges. Then takes the ring and slips it onto her middle finger. It’s a little too big. It doesn’t matter.

They stand like that for a while, looking out over the water. The wind cuts through their coats but neither of them moves. Eventually, she says, “Do you ever think about what comes next?” “All the time.”“And?” He shrugs. “It used to scare me. Now… maybe not so much. Not if I’ve got someone to walk toward it with.” She looks at him then, really looks, and despite everything — the fight, the distance, the grief — something in her chest softens. “I’m still here,” she says. He reaches out slowly, carefully, and brushes a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “So am I.” They don’t kiss. Not yet. Just lean against each other, foreheads touching, the city breathing around them. Two strange, wounded people — not quite whole, but no longer broken apart.

[pr3tty-daisy]

✗ If You Like It Or Not ✗

Kinktober Day 24- Noncon

Kappa helps you and your sister get closer.

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Tags/CW: Noncon, incest, knifeplay (very minor descriptions of blood), cum eating, cream pie, oral (f receiving), p in v, Kappa x reader x sister, 800ish words

AN: Caught up again!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYY

The two of you had been on your own for so long. After your parents had died, you only had each other. You found solace in snuggling up in bed together at night, becoming each other’s safety. It had been years and yet, every night, your sister crawled into bed with you. She was everything to you- your sun, your moon, and your stars. You would do anything to protect her.

Kappa loved that about the two of you. How close you were. It was so interesting to him how trauma warped our bonds into something new and beautiful. Every night, he would come and watch you through your windows, the gauzy curtains blowing in the night air. The two of you snuggled into each other, in your own little world. You didn’t even know he was there, did you? Lurking every night, fixated on the beautiful love you shared.

Kappa had enough. He was tired of watching. He wanted to participate. He wanted to see how he could sanctify that precious love, turn it into something new and special.

He crawled into your room, watching the two of you sleep, content in one another’s embrace. Then, he brushes your hair out of your face. You smile in your sleep. You like that, huh? You probably think it’s her, comforting you with her gentle hands.

He presses a blade against your neck, watching as your blood beads on his knife. Your eyes flutter open and hand darts to your neck, almost causing you to cut your fingers. You go to scream and to your surprise, he lets you, a strange, almost inhuman laugh coming from deep inside of him. Your sister startles awake and you can feel her heart pounding next to you.

“Your friend Kappa won’t hurt you, don’t worry,” he coos, “At least not too badly. I just want to have some fun.”

he drags the tip of the knife along your skin, not quite cutting, just a slow agonizing scrape across flesh. Your sister watches you with wide, wet eyes. God, you can’t let her see this.

Kappa pauses, watching the way your gaze flicks to her. A smile splits his face, eyes wide and manic.

“Give her a kiss for Kappa,” he instructs.

“W-what?” you stutter.

His knife digs into your skin again. Message received. You lean in and give your sister a kiss on the cheek. Not enough, apparently, because he cuts off the strap of your pajama top, nicking you in the process. You draw in a sharp breath and look up at your sister from under your lashes. You lean in and press your lips against hers. You try to stifle the overwhelming thoughts flooding your brain. The overwhelming *feelings* flooding your body. Kappa watches with sick pleasure, relishing in the special view he’s created.

“Don’t stop there,” he says. So you don’t. You feel a warmth bloom from your tummy all the way up your body as you kiss her. You try to ignore the ache growing in your core as your lips press against her soft flesh. You’re just doing this because you’re being held at knifepoint.

You're just doing this because you’re being held at knifepoint.

Aren’t you?

You lift her shirt up, swirling your tongue around one of her nipples. Her moans are so beautiful. You had never heard her like this before. As you kiss down her body, you arrive at the top of her sleep shorts, looking up at her for permission. As if you have a choice.

She gives a small nod, so you tug her shorts down. God, her cunt is so pretty. Everything about her is so pretty. You kiss and lick at her perfect pussy, not sure if the hot feeling in your body is from fear or arousal. Behind you, you feel your own shorts being pulled down. As you freeze, you feel his cock nudging your wet entrance. Your sister squeezes your hand. No matter what, you’re in this together.

You try to get lost between her legs, trying to ignore the way your cunt is being stretched. But you can’t ignore it, can you? You can’t avoid how much you’re enjoying this- the taste of your sister, the feeling of a thick cock filling you. Ease into it, darling. It’s okay.

Kappa nudges your cervix with every thrust, causing you to moan against your sister. The vibrations make her lovely thighs shake. You lap up her release eagerly, savoring the taste of her pleasure. You follow not long after, spurred on by her ecstasy. Kappa’s thrusts become erratic and desperate, stuttering inside you. Your sister squeezes your hand as he bottoms out, painting your walls with his seed.

“Clean her up,” he instructs, “Be good.”

Your sister settles between your legs, lapping up the spend leaking out of you. Fuck, her tongue. Everything about her is perfect. Made for you.

Perhaps this monster is a blessing after all.

Thank you for reading, my little perverts ♡

[tojisbitchwife]

CW:NSFW

I’ve been waiting for a good day to post so here are twitter links i found with added story line

Kappa: You would have been being a brat all day while he’s trying to do his thing and run his cult, so he pulls you into the nearest bedroom to “punish” you, but in the end, you get exactly what you want.

High mutual Masturbation with Clyde

You had been teasing R!Euro all day long, wearing the shortest things you could find, walking around the house all acting innocent, and you decided to wear a very special outfit to his show later on that night. After the show you didn’t even make it home; he fucks you right there in his dressing room, not caring who hears

Jack coming home from a long day at work and immediately fucks you in the kitchen.

You are trying to study for your exams with Charlie. He gets needy and keeps distracting you, so you decide to give him what he wants and ride him, but since he has been distracting you, you decide not to let him cum.

[inbred-eater]

no I literally need him inside my veins

I want him inside my skin

I need him so bad this isn’t funny anymore

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about kappa with a particularly sensitive reader <3

600 followers in such a short amount of time is insane, thank you so much!! this is sort of random, but i also think it fits kappa pretty well, and i had sm fun writing it :3. not yet proofread 🫶

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

warnings: dom!kappa, sub!fem!reader, slapping, rough sex, mocking, degrading (slut, "hole", whore), dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving).

• sensitivity was never a recurring concern for kappa, so when he finds out you're more fragile than he is.. lord, you'll never catch a break. he loves how you twitch and jerk away at any unannounced touches, how you wince at the lightest of pinches or squeezes, how he can literally feel your skin threaten to give every time he sinks his teeth into your thighs, everything. it's such an incredibly insignificant detail about you, but it turns into his biggest ally when he needs to overpower you.

"what, did that hurt? seriously?"

• he would absolutely use it to his advantage, taking his time to carefully manipulate your keen sense of touch. he'd run his rough fingers across your skin while cooing harmless taunts at you, his lips tugging up at every delicate noise that falls from your bee-stung lips.

"already squirmin' around? i've barely touched you, sugar."

"be good for me, yeah? 'm gonna take care of you.."

• he'd tease you so much, putting you on the verge of tears without even touching you properly. he'd trace his fingers across your ribs, your waist, the curve of your thigh, right along where you need him most.. but never giving you any stimulation. at least, not until you earn it.

"such a greedy little whore, hm?"

"what do you want? use your words, darling."

• he's honestly so mean to you, always mocking or degrading you effortlessly. he's real rough with you, too, knowing damn well you like it even more than he does, even if you won't admit it. he savors every single noise that you make under him, cherishing how whiny and pathetic you sound. don't be surprised if he lands a heavy slap to the side of your face before taunting or scolding you cruelly.

"answer me like a good slut.. aw, none of that, i barely touched you."

"shh, i know what you need."

• you started crying? good, he loves it. he'll kiss away your pained tears to somewhat distract you from him stuffing his cock in your unprepared cunt, ignoring your pained groan. unless you say your safe word, he won't grant you any leniency. he'll fuck you mercilessly, all but using you to chase his own pleasure. he'll grab your jaw so tight (even leaving small marks at times) while he pounds into you, tilting his head just a bit while taking in your disheveled state.

"just a hole f'me, aren't you?"

"quit your whining, you can take it."

• if you catch him in a good mood, he'll utilize your sensitivity in different ways. some nights he'll do nothing but eat you out for hours, taking his time to make you feel so good. that doesn't mean he's not still unfair, because trust me, he is. he'll coax you to your first orgasm or two with faux graciousness, letting you think he'll go easy on you. as soon as you start to feel overstimulated, he'll force your thighs open and go down on you like a man starved, his nose bumping and pressing against your clit while he tongue-fucks you eagerly. he'll push you over the edge over and over until you're sobbing, and won't stop until he's pretty much drunk on your desire. he doesn't care how much you beg, unless that safeword is used you will not catch a break.

"stay still for me, i'm almost done."

"one more, i promise.."

• he'll let up eventually, and don't worry, he doesn't forget to take care of you afterwards. he'll get you whatever you need, do anything you ask, praise you and your performance.. pretty standard aftercare. if you look just a bit past his rough exterior, you'll quickly find that he also loves receiving aftercare. being told he felt good, that you knew he didn't truly mean his aggressive comments, general reassurance, that sort of thing. he especially loves letting you lay on his chest to play with his hair while he lazily rubs his hands up and down your bare back, eventually drifting off to take a nap with you.

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A/N: me 🤝 abrupt endings