HEIDJWJDJJAKSNAS GOT ME GIGGLING AND WIGGLING LIKE A WORM IN SALT RIGHT THERE. DONT DO THIS TO ME

HEIDJWJDJJAKSNAS GOT ME GIGGLING AND WIGGLING LIKE A WORM IN SALT RIGHT THERE. DONT DO THIS TO ME 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️

10:21pm || ranpo, bsd.

Ranpo caressed your face, the lightness of his touch cradling you in a symphony of comfort and passion. There was security wrapped around his fingertips, an unspoken promise of everlasting love.

It was rare such act coming from him. Not just because of the grace of his movement, but because of Ranpo's initiative. It was him who brought his fingers to your face with the uncertainty of a stray cat. It was him who caressed your skin with the tenderness of the first rays of spring sun. It was Ranpo by himself, and himself only, who decided to give you a little more affection and comfort.

"I think I could get used to this."

You let out a small laugh to ease your words, a little nervous at Ranpo's reaction, never quite sure how he might act to your displays of affection.

He was complex, indeed. Never saying much and showing even less. It was complicated reading Ranpo, trying to understand what was on his mind, heart, soul. He wouldn't give you any clues, always too afraid to show too much, always too afraid of getting hurt in a situation neither of you had any control over.

But that night was different. That night, Ranpo made the first move when he called you to his house. That night, Ranpo ignored his fear by asking you to lie down next to him. That night, Ranpo was ready to shed all his fears and insecurities.

That's why he let your words roam around his room, settling between drawers and books, allowing them to know his room, as if it were theirs, as if it were yours.

The silence was ethereal. Flooding the room in a sea of tranquility with waves of serenity, that silence was like a blanket for you, covering you, protecting you, uniting you. Ranpo's thumb continued to caress your face, his eyes memorizing, once again, every feature and imperfection of your face, your hearts beating as one.

You didn't know what paradise meant or how it was constituted, but that night, lulled by Ranpo's affection, you could have sworn you were in paradise.

"I..."

Ranpo spoke quietly. Bizarre. He spoke almost in a whisper, as if confessing a secret to you, afraid that someone else would hear him, even though it was just the two of you at his house.

"I... Hm..."

Ranpo was nervous. Strange. He searched within himself for dialogues read in books and repeated in films, something that would help him articulate what was really in his soul at that moment.

"I think... Hm."

Ranpo took a deep breath before speaking again. Clearly. With the certainty and conviction that was characteristic of him and that you loved so much.

"I think I can love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Doubt.

"I think I'm willing to love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Uncertainty.

"I think I love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Realization.

Ranpo had stopped caressing your face, the night had stopped being silent and, in the middle of the paradise of Ranpo's room, you realized the words he had said to you. The secret he declaimed to you. The confession he entrusted you.

A confirmation of love.

A memory of stories lived.

A promise of eternal tenderness.

god i hope this hasn’t been done before.

LMAO

Him.......

Venti watching reader touch herself, but she whines that it’s just not the same. Her fingers aren’t as skilled as his. He asks her what she wants. She begs him that she needs him, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, she wants what only he can give her. He makes her beg some more before giving her what she wants. She pulls him into a kiss, their tongues sliding freverently, tasting the other as if they’ve never done it before. Whenever they’d pull apart briefly for air, desperate ‘I love you’’s can be heard before lips connect once more. As she nears her orgasm, he doesn’t allow her to pull away so he can swallow her moans.

Anon, Anon, Anon, ANON

When I saw this in my inbox while in class you don’t know how much I’m grinning so widely askdkdj. Thank you for the food :’))))) you’ve awakened venti’s corruption and begging kink

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The scent of sweat and cum was intoxicating for you both. Venti was tempted to dive right in and put his cock inside you, but the sight of your flushed face as he guided your fingers to be inserted in your wet pussy instantly made his body heat up. 

Your body was pressed against his, your back facing his chest as you were seated between his legs, and your head settled on his shoulder for you to lay on. His heart was thumping loudly at the closeness between you two and you feel his breathing is hot against your neck when he leaned forward. 

It incited him that you’re practically all around him— intertwined fingers, your hands clutching on his arms as you writhe next to him when he pressed soft kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Venti… p-please…”

He tilted his head and looked at you, feeling your nails dug deeper into his skin. 

“Please what, princess?”

Feeling your body and face warming up, you shut your eyes tightly and avoided looking directly at him in the eyes when he asked. He really wanted to hear it come from your pink lips, for you to beg of how you painfully want him.

You took a deep breath and turned your head away in embarrassment as you shyly whispered, “…Hng… t-touch me, please...”

He looked down and watch your fingers moved in and out of your dripping pussy, your digits now smeared with your own essence for him to see and admire. “But you’re already touching yourself. Are you not?”

You’re practically begging him to fuck you and he’s resisting the urge to touch you everywhere. His desire for you is strong and he really wanted to spoil you, but you’re not ready. Not yet.

It would be cruel of him to deny you and he was considering the thought if he should oblige your pleads. He can obviously see through your eyes how needy you are just by how they glimmer under the light.

“Please, Venti! My fingers aren’t enough!” You were now crying how you wanted him— how you needed his fingers to enter and move them in your tight walls. Begging for him to make you feel good as he’s the only one who can do it. Your fingers are small compared to his and it just isn’t the same.

It brought a more fiery feeling in him. How shy, fragile, and submissive you are under him. He loves that about you. You’re entrusting everything to him and it just shows how much you trust him in any intimate moments you two would do together.

Just a simple touch of his finger on your slit made your entire body shake and quiver— a panting and shaking mess as you fiercely blushed at the slightest movement of his finger and he hasn’t even inserted it yet. Were you that desperate for him?

It honestly looks cute and adorable when you brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans as he rubbed your pussy. 

“You want to be touched here, princess?” He cooed huskily on your ear and your body tingled in arousal when his lips shortly brushed your ear. Nodding agitatedly, he drew out your fingers and brought it to his lips, sucking all the wetness that coated them.

You were waiting and waiting, hoping to feel his long fingers will be inserted in your slit but none came. You looked up at him, who was still sucking your fingers, in confusion and you were too shy to beg for him once again.

Venti noticed your confused and dazed state. He could only smile and drag out your fingers from his mouth with a pop and moved your digits down back to your core. Your eyes widened when he directed one of your fingers to enter you. You sharply jerked at the sudden sensation and let out a gasp when he curled it. Biting your lips harshly, you impulsively shut your legs together and whined at him. 

It was supposed to be his fingers to infiltrate you, not yours. You knitted your brows together and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Y-your fingers, Venti. Not mine!”

He simply disregarded your words and just kissed the crown of your head as he helped you move your hand to thrust in a back and forth motion.

“I want to see you touch yourself.”

You gaped up at him in shock. You thought that was already enough, you thought your previous onanism already satisfied him, but he wanted to see you touch yourself once again. 

It’s so excruciating.

So agonizingly excruciating.

You needed his fingers, his cock, and his tongue to penetrate your dripping pussy. It just doesn’t feel the same if it’s your own fingers to make you cum. 


“I’ll reward you well if you do it again for me.”

He nuzzled his nose to your cheek and kissed your lips briefly before putting his hands to a stop. He patiently waits for your answer, for your lips to open up so he can hear your sweet voice while he rubs his hand on your legs and nibbles your ear in hopes for you to say yes.

You pulled your bottom lip in nervousness— a habit of yours he noticed. Were you nervous to see him please yourself again? Even though he has already watched you done it once when he was away? Even with your eyes closed, you can feel his gaze was fixed on you undoubtedly. 

You’re painfully aware of how he’s carefully watching you, silently scrutinizing your slightest movements, your every reaction— be it big or small that will surely bring him satisfaction.

The sight of you shying away from his watchful eyes, turning yourself even smaller beneath him, made him harder than ever.

You gulped down your nervousness and discarded away all your self-consciousness. A soft whimper escaped from your lips as you rub your fingers on your inner folds, brushing them to stimulate yourself before pushing them inside you deeply.

Venti threaded a hand through your hair in soothing motions, deluging you with praises that will encourage you even more. He placed a kiss on your neck and head whilst he continued watching you move your fingers in and out of you.

“V-Venti…”

You moaned his name under your breath, thinking your fingers were his cock and how it would feel if he plunged his shaft inside you. You whimpered and moved your fingers in a scissoring motion and it drastically formed a pressure in your stomach.

“Hng… Venti~”

Your breath hitched and you slowly opened your eyes to take a peek at the sudden sense of warmth drawing figures on your thigh. You take a peek at your lover from the corner of your eyes and saw his eyes become darker each time you increased your pacing and each utter of his name left from your lips. It scared you how firm his gaze is. How unchanging his reaction every time you whimper and squirm on his lap.

He glided his hand close to your heat and you shudder when his fingers traced your lips while you pumped your own digits inside. Tears began to form in your eyes at the invariable sensation. It’s not enough. You needed him badly. No matter how fast you move your hand it just doesn’t help you reach your peak orgasm.

This was too much for him. Your sense of innocence, the sound of your begging, whimpers, and moans, followed by your crying. You were already pleading for him amidst your moans— you were craving for his touches and kisses. You shakily reached for him and looked up at him with teary eyes in hopes he understands you can’t take it anymore.

His angelic princess crying in frustration that your small fingers weren’t enough to make you cum. It was never enough that’s why you’re pleading to him you needed him. That he has to be the one to do it since he’s the only one who’s able to make you orgasm several times. 

You needed him to do it for you.

“Venti—!” 

Your cry of his name snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I need— I need—“

Him.

You badly need him.

You bit the back of your hand to restrain yourself from letting out embarrassing moans for him to hear. It was a struggle not to get embarrassed. Your face was so red, eyes so hazy and blurry as the world felt like spinning for you because of how sultry the temperature of the room has become.

Archons, Venti has to fuck you now. He wants to give you everything you need. To spoil his little angel and abide your desires for him. He wants to touch you, finger you, lick you, eat you, fuck you, stretch you, and cum inside you until he fills you up with his seeds. Until he makes you feel full.

Venti stopped your ministrations and pushed you down onto the mattress, causing your body to bounce on it. Before you could process what’s happening, he had already grabbed your legs and circled them around his waist.

He was now between you and you can feel how hard his cock is and how the tip is teasing your dripping entrance. A trembling smile of happiness crept up to your face then he pulled you to him for a deep and hungry kiss. He drinks in your moans when he lunged himself in you, your tight walls hugging his cock so warmly. 

He snaps his hips forward, kissing your sweet cervix as he bottoms out again. You cried out at the stretch. It hurts but feels good at the same time. Venti break the kiss and softly pressed his lips on your temple, chuckling at how lightheaded you are when he just barely started.

Your little cunt’s so small, always makes a fire burn in the pit of his stomach when your walls flutter helplessly around his thick girth. He rubs a slow, intoxicating circle on your clit and hisses when he feels your body seize as you tighten and gushed around his cock.

"Already? We haven't even started yet." He teased and it just brings even more fire to your face. You were shaking and mewling as you shut your eyes to avert from his lustful gaze. Although bashfulness is plastered all over you, there's desperation he can see when you thrust your hips towards his.

When you opened your eyes, it was so glossy and teary. Just the sight of it took his breath away of how beautiful you are underneath him. The way your lashes flutter at him with that innocent and gullible look when you stared at him just brought an intense burning desire for you within him.

You were perfect for him. You were always meant to be his as his cock is comfortably resting in you as you take his size. He slowly moved his hips forward, throwing another heavy thrust at you in your tight cunt.

You draped your arms over his shoulders and locked your ankles together to pull him close to your body as he repeatedly pounds in you. Tilting your head to find an angle to deepen the kiss, you happily welcomed his tongue to explore your wet cavern. Your fingers are knotting themselves in his dark hair, pulling his hair as you sob out his name in the kiss.

“Hng~!! Venti~!” 

Your melodious moans made him shiver. He disconnected his lips from you for a bit to lick your neck and give another harsh thrust in your sweet sweet spot that had you arching your back from the overwhelming sensation as you screamed his name.

“I love you,” He whispered before diving back to your lips for a ravenous kiss and to play with your tongue. The pure sound of desperation from your whimpers when he keeps fucking you relentlessly urged him to go even faster and deeper in you.


Your inner thighs are coated with your slick, pussy fluttering around his cock. The reverent, hazy look on your face has him swallowing thickly.

You were begging him to keep going, to make you full with his hard dick, and to release his cum inside you. You were squeezing around him so tightly. Your walls clenching on his length further stimulated you to reach your climax. 

You threw your head back and moved your fingers to his back as your nails began to gratingly scratch his skin. Hot tears were pouring from your eyes as you continuously chant I love you’s to him.

“V-Venti— hng~ I love you— hah~ I love you so much! P-please make me cum!”

He gritted his teeth and hissed the more you dug your fingers on his sweating back. He looked down at your breasts that kept bouncing back and forth each time he thrust. Then he latched his mouth on one of your perked nipples that made you sharply gasp and pulled him close to you intuitively. 

Whenever he shoved his hips towards you with harsh and strong motions, your body caved into it. He pushed himself all the way inside you with all his might and he knows you’re getting close. He gives one last suction and bites to your nipples before burying his face on your neck for him to nip and suck on to create a dark blemish on your smooth skin.

Your face was all red and glowing, blushing furiously when his hands are massaging your tits and fiddling it between his fingers. You bit your lip for an umpteenth time and squealed when you felt his lips continuously attacking the side of your neck with kisses and bites.

He angled your head so he can gain more access to it, his locks tickling your skin the more he moves and ravishes you. Once he was done marking your neck, both of you stared into each other’s eyes, getting lost in the beautiful colors of his orbs and you found yourself leaning forward as you pull him for a kiss.

So soft was your lips, so gentle was your kiss. He recalls everything of how soft and delicate you are. From your mild touches as you massaged his hands when the two of you are cuddling, to how your face will be flushed when he kisses you, and how warm and soft your skin is that is pressing against him right now.

You closed your legs tightly around him when you feel the pressure on your stomach is building up. The silky walls of your cunt clamped up around his dick, making him have to work harder and harder to move every inch. 

“D-don’t stop…!”

Both of you are panting heavily and you can feel how hot his breath is when it brushed across your skin. He laced his fingers with you and connected his lips with you once more before he continues fucking you, and this is what has you moaning audibly when he pushes you to your climax with a single perfectly-aimed thrust.

Venti swallowed down all your moans through the kiss, never breaking it until your pussy spasmed and squirted all over his cock. He thrust in you a couple more times before he released his seeds inside you and paints your lips white. 

Carefully pulling out from you, some of his cum was gushing out from your core and dripping onto your thighs that even stained the bedsheets. He gathered it in his fingers and pushed them back into you, never leaving a single drop out.

Your body twitched when his fingers traced your pussy. Whining his name at the overstimulation, he stopped himself before he’ll be unable to control himself if he continues to stare at your leaking core.

Venti laid down beside you and used his arm as a pillow while the other brushed the hair that’s sticking to your face. He then turned you around so your back was meeting his chest and played with your breasts from behind while peppering your shoulder with the brush of his lips. You lightly moaned as he massaged your chest and cuddled closer to him in search of heat.

You felt the world blacking out and your eyes began to droop. 

“Take a good sleep first, love.”

He pulled out a blanket and draped it over your bodies and stopped massaging your chest. Instead, he slid his arms on your waist to tighten his hold around you. You turned around and hummed in thanks. Before you drift off to sleep, you kissed the corner of his lips, not even realizing you missed as your body had already shut down.

His features softened at the sight of your peaceful state and leaned down to properly kiss you before whispering an I love you to you as he softly hums a song for your ears to delight in for a much sweeter dream.

instead of love on the brain it’s venti on the brain