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A Sensual Education - Laszlo Kreizler

I learned a lot about clits for this fic, didn't realize how much people (mostly men) hated them. Everyone, go touch your clits, treasure them, they deserve it after people like Freud wanted to get rid of them cause they were too insecure of themselves and scared of women🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), typical 19th century ideology, misogyny, religious guilt, pining, innocence kink, fingering, virginity loss, soft dom!Laszlo, consent is sexy, flufffff

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From an early age, you were always taught that anything do to with sex was a sin. You weren’t really told why but it was an unspoken moral rule. 

Women weren’t allowed to have sex until after marriage and if the man wants it. Women were for men’s pleasure and to make babies; that was it. From an early age, you were always doubtful of this but you were always too scared to make your concerns known.

You had asked your mother about it after you started your courses, but you were immediately shut down and scolded for even thinking such a thing. So every time you had a question or concern, you always had to push it down and you never spoke about it.

Once, you had heard, in the middle of the night, your mother with your father in their bedroom, it sounded like they were both in pain. You peaked inside their room and what you saw shocked you to your core. It was not in fact your mother, but it was your father with another woman. It looked painful. Why would someone engage in such acts if it was painful? It didn’t make sense.

From an early age, you were already seeing contradictions from everyone and you didn’t know what to believe.

One night, you tried touching yourself, just out of curiosity. It felt…different, but good. Though you were too scared and embarrassed to continue. Surely, you were going to hell for what you did. You prayed for forgiveness, and you never touched yourself again.

You knew it would probably bring shame upon you and your family, but you had always wanted to pursue a career in psychology. The mind was fascinating, and you had always wanted to figure out what causes people to do what they do; why they lie, why they hurt others, why they are so insistent on following old rules. Doctor Laszlo Kreizler had been looking for someone to intern for him. Despite being a woman, the doctor seemed happy to welcome you to his team.

It was very early on when you started to see Doctor Kreizler in a different light, one that you had not seen anyone before. He was very handsome, even your mother had confessed that to you privately. But it felt different this time. You had crushes before, but you never thought to act on them. You just figured that your parents would find you a man to marry and that would be that, but thankfully they weren’t that old fashioned. You were allowed to choose someone for yourself if you wanted, and you found that Laszlo was someone you wanted very badly. Just one small problem: he was your boss and you had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

You’d feel embarrassed every time you interacted with him, which was a lot. You would have to really concentrate whenever he was teaching you what to do with certain patients, and you managed well enough. Sometimes you’d sit in on one of his counseling sessions to see what he does and how he goes about it, but his voice was so mesmerizing that you’d forget exactly what he had been saying. It was debilitating, your crush, always feeling such yearning whenever he caught your gaze; but you had to move on. It definitely would not be professional if you acted on your sinful feelings to him. 

Your lust got even worse when Laszlo started to get more touchy feely with you. He wasn’t inappropriate of course, just lingering touches here and there whenever you did a good job with the patients; but that was more than enough for your fantasies to run wild with false hope that he might’ve liked you back. He even insisted you call him by his first name, before you always addressed him as Doctor Kreizler. He unknowingly was only fanning the flames of your infatuation.

Your crush just kept growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, one of the doctor’s other employee’s told you that he needed to see you in his office later that day. You were instantly worried, thinking you may have done a bad job or worse, he had found out about your crush on him. But the employee said you had nothing to worry about, telling you that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen. It lessened your nerves…only slightly. You’d just have to find out for yourself.

You decided to go to his office early, otherwise you’d be worrying yourself to death and you didn’t care much for that. But when you arrived, the doctor wasn’t there. Serves you right for being impatient, you supposed.

You waited in Doctor Kreizler’s office, twiddling your thumbs and failing to calm your nerves. So instead, you decided to look around, despite knowing you shouldn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

Scanning his bookshelves absentmindedly, you came across a particularly eye-catching name. Kama Sutra? You let out an audible gasp as you saw the cover on the front of the book. It was a man and a woman being…intimate with each other. You tried not to judge, but what kind of deviant would keep a book like this? Despite your initial horror, you couldn’t help but skim through the pages, feeling yourself growing uncomfortably hot at the words and illustrations. There were words on those pages that you didn’t even have a clue what they meant, but they felt dirty regardless.

You were so enraptured by all this new information that you didn’t notice Doctor Kreizler walk in. You all but jumped out of your skin as you heard him clear his throat, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, Lord, I am so sorry, Doctor. I was just waiting for you to get back but this caught my eye, I didn’t mean to pry, I promise.” You rambled with a slight stutter, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest when Laszlo took the book from you with a ghost of a smile. “Please, sir, don’t tell anyone I was looking at this, if my parents found out, they’d throw me on the streets! I’ll pray for forgiveness!”

Laszlo gently shook his head, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s quite alright, it’ll stay between us. Please, you don’t have to put on the pious act for me.”

You furrowed your brow, tilting your head slightly in confusion. “An act, sir? What do you mean?”

“The whole pretending that you think every single thing pertaining to sex is sinful and immoral.” He said with a brittle chuckle.

“It…it’s not?”

Laszlo froze, his eyes scanning your face for any indication that you were playing up the innocent act, but he didn’t find anything about your expression that would lead him to believe that you were lying. Were you actually this innocent? “You’ve never been taught about sex before? Anything about it?”

Your cheeks felt like they had been lit aflame, you looked down, your hair hiding your face slightly. “It’s a sin, especially before marriage. The only reason to do it is if you want to have a child.” You recited from what you learned from your parents and pastor.

“God, is that what your parents taught you? Hypocrites. It’s ridiculous. Of course sex isn’t sinful.”

“But…what about touching oneself? Surely that’s a sin, right?”

“It’s a natural part of growing up. Everyone has done it, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Laszlo noticed your nervousness, the fiddling with your hands and your eyes anywhere but his. “Have you never touched yourself before? Never even tried?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your hand up your arm as you felt goosebumps start to rise. “Once, but it didn’t feel right…at all. I never tried again. I never should have done it in the first place.” You felt ashamed talking about this with someone as professional as Laszlo. He must’ve been so ashamed of you as well, you wished you never even set foot in his office. But what you didn’t know was Laszlo was feeling ashamed of himself for how lustful he felt all of a sudden. The thought that you had never experienced sexual pleasure made his pants feel way too tight in that moment, and he felt sorry for you, but not in a condescending way. It would be a risk for your professional relationship, but it was one he was willing to take.

You didn’t notice Laszlo walking closer to you until you felt his hand gently graze your hand that was nervously holding your other arm. You felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, finding his eyes to be searching yours. His tantalizing stare felt like it was penetrating your soul, him being so close to you that you could see your own startled expression in his dilated pupils. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Laszlo asked in a low tone, his voice almost gravelly, causing a shiver to run down your spine in anticipation.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt a burning hot desire in your lower stomach, a slick wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. Your expression reflected in his eyes turned from being startled to almost dazed. Out of anything he could’ve said, Laszlo surprised you with that. You wanted to say yes, so badly. But… “What will happen to me if I say yes?” You asked timidly, glancing down at his hand on yours.

“Nothing that you don’t consent to.” He smiled softly, but with your fearful expression, he realized what you actually were asking. “I promise, you’re not going to hell if you allow me to do this.”

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Laszlo smiled, running his hand up to your shoulder and moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Sit on my desk and lift up your skirts for me please.” He instructed, and you obeyed nervously, feeling your whole body heat up as he watched intently as you exposed most of your legs to him. “Good girl.” You try not to squirm as Laszlo stood right next to you, feeling his breath on your neck as he lightly held you in place with his right arm and using his left hand to gently trail up your inner thigh, eliciting another shiver from you. “If I do anything that you don’t like or want to stop for any reason, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You took a deep breath as Laszlo finally reached your aching cunt, exhaling sharply when his fingers made contact with your sex. “Spread your legs for me, my dear.” You gasped as he touched a spot that was particularly sensitive. “Is that painful?” He asked, but you quickly shook your head no. “This spot is called the clitoris, it’s the only human organ where its sole purpose is to provide pleasure. Isn’t that extraordinary?” He spoke huskily into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, all while you were still struggling to keep still as he kept slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You wanted him to go faster, but all you could do was whimper pitifully as Laszlo started to kiss and nip at your neck. “How does that feel, Schatz?”

“G-Good…” You whimpered, “so good but…”

“What is it?”

“Can you…move a bit faster, please?” Laszlo smirked at your stuttering voice, finding your shyness adorable. Instead of giving you what you craved, he did the opposite, removing his hand from you and moving to stand in between your legs, spreading your legs even further. “What are you-? Oh!” You gasped as Laszlo slowly pushed one of his fingers inside you, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome…

“And how does this feel? Still good?” He asked, adding a second finger and gently thrusting into you, the stretch causing you to wince slightly but you didn’t want him to stop. You let out your first moan as he rubbed your clit with his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. “I assume that was a yes, hm?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, your hips moving against his hand mindlessly, starting to feel pleasure building and building inside you. “Feels so good, Laszlo…” 

Laszlo lifted your chin with his other hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see your face. He finally kissed you as he sped up his hand movements, swallowing your loud moans, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You feel that pressure building in your body?” You nodded quickly, panting and moaning but you still tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “You’re getting close to what’s called an orgasm. It’s a feeling of euphoria when you reach the peak of sexual pleasure.”

“Are…are you getting close?” You stuttered.

Laszlo smiled, hiding a wince when his cock jumped in his pants. “I’m not the one getting pleasured, you are.” And as if right on cue, you felt yourself reach that peak and it was indescribable. Your body burned all over, but in a good way. You moaned loudly as you rode out that wave, gripping onto the doctor’s waistcoat for purchase. Your corset felt almost painful as your nipples hardened as you came, it felt all too restrictive. But you came down from that high, and you already wanted to feel it again. “Are you okay?” Laszlo’s soft deep voice brought you back to reality.

“Can…can you make me do that again?” You asked shyly, causing Laszlo to chuckle.

You winced as Laszlo lightly tapped your clit, the feeling almost too much to handle. “You’re too sensitive. Some people can’t come again right after because of the oversensitivity. But you might be ready to go again after several minutes.”

“But I want you to feel good too. I want you to…come.” You spoke timidly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted on the spot.

Laszlo frowned, shaking his head, trying to ignore his aching cock that was just crying out for stimulation. “I don’t want to hurt you. It might be too much, especially right now.”

“But I want you, Laszlo. I really do.” Laszlo didn’t say anything as you reached for the buttons on his pants, feeling guilty as he let you nervously palm his member through his trousers. “Please, I want you to be my first…”

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath, grabbing your face and kissing you lightly with a frustrated growl. “First times for women can be painful…”

“I don’t care. I want you to show me what it’s like.” You begged, gently biting his bottom lip, doing everything in your power to let him know that you’d be okay.

Laszlo finally gave in, kissing you again with much more fervor, allowing himself to crave your touch. Your hands were all over him, messing up his perfectly styled hair and undoing the buttons of his waistcoat so you could feel more of him. You moaned as he squeezed your breasts through your dress, running his hands up and down your torso as you pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. But he suddenly stopped, taking your hand away before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay? If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He said seriously.

“Okay.”

Laszlo slowly rubbed the head of his cock in between your folds, you letting out small whines as he rubbed himself on your still overly sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes when he lined himself up with your entrance, silently asking for your approval. You nodded, holding onto his hand that was gripping your thigh.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers, that’s for sure. You let out a silent cry when he entered you, just his tip stretching you far more than his fingers. It was a burning pressure, but you still didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain, it felt so natural for him to be inside you. You accepted him as best you could, him stilling inside you when he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, already panting from holding himself back.

“Yes, Laszlo, please. Keep going.” You and Laszlo both let out deep guttural groans as he started to thrust into you slowly, him keeping a firm grip on your thigh as he rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, you started to feel a new type of pleasure. It didn’t feel the same as when he was rubbing your clit, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. Every time Laszlo thrusted, the tip of his cock would hit that spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His slow thrusts weren’t enough now. You wanted more. You needed more. “Faster…please.” You whined, moving your own hips up to meet his.

“You sure?” It was sweet that he was always checking in, you appreciated it, but sweet wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You nodded vigorously, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and bringing him down to kiss you.

“Oh, my God-!” You gasped, moaning in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against yours echoing around his office. “You feel so good.” You smiled tremulously, tears of overwhelming pleasure brimming your eyes. Laszlo’s grunting and soft moaning had to have been the prettiest sound you had ever heard, each others’ moans mixing together like a symphony. 

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” Laszlo breathed out, moaning every time he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls taking him in deep and holding on with a vice grip. “You’re doing so well…fuck.” He cursed, his cock twitching as he sped up even more, chasing his own release desperately, your pretty moans spurring him on. “I’m so close.” He voiced, his words coming out strangled, his hand tightening around yours, bringing it up and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Do it, come. Please, come.” You whimpered, crossing your legs behind his back, not allowing him to remove himself from you, pulling him as close as possible. His heavy breaths and soft moans fanned across your skin as he neared his climax, placing sloppy kisses on your cheek and down your neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. You cried out as Laszlo started to rub your clit once more, desperate to feel you come around his cock. “Please, please…” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for. His circular motions on your clit paired with his cock roughly splitting you open over and over again was almost too much, but you fully relinquished yourself to him, happy to be used by someone you admired so much.

“Come for me again, Schatz. I want to feel you, please.” Laszlo moaned, speeding up his ministrations on your clit.

“Laszlo!” You squealed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reached that peak once more, falling limp in his arms as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Oh, Scheiße!” Laszlo stilled as you clenched around him, letting out a loud strained grunt as he finally released inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He buried his head in your shoulder, panting heavily along with you, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Are…are you okay?” He asked nervously as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his trousers, looking into your eyes with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You shook your head, wearing a tired satisfied smile. “I really liked it.”

Laszlo let out a relieved sigh. “Good.” He said, wearing a lopsided grin, placing a short light kiss on the tip of your nose. He chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like this…but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” You smiled timidly, but then you remembered something. “So, um, why did you want to see me in the first place?” You asked.

Laszlo chuckled nervously, gently caressing your cheek while a slight blush. “Oh, I was, uh.” He cleared his throat, “With how well you’re doing, I was going to ask you to work for the Institute officially. Paid and everything. But now…I want to take you out on a date too, if you’d allow me.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Really.”

“I’d love that. Both. Both of those things. To work here and go on a date with you.” You rambled with a giggle, making Laszlo smile.

“Great…I suppose we should get back to work now.” He said reluctantly, holding onto your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

“I promise, I won’t let you regret hiring me.”

“I don’t think you could make me regret anything, my dear.”

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back on my bullshit (aka, i'm obsessed with Daniel again). nobody talk to me.

No thoughts just Rainsmut from ghost

Don't know if this was a request or just a lovely thought but yes, the answer is yes. Wooo, had dust off the cobwebs in my brain for this one *cracks knuckles* This is fem!Reader too, hope that's okay

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Rain is a shy boi turned soft dom boi, oral (f and m!receiving), biting, scratching, marking, blood, fluffy aftercare (more for Rain honestly even though he was the dom lmao he needs reassurance)

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You never expected to find love in your life, not to any human, especially not to a demon. But becoming a Sister of Sin took you on a path that still manages to shock you, including how you felt towards a specific water Ghoul. 

Everyone told you that having a Ghoul as a partner could have its…difficulties. 

In the past, relationships between a Ghoul and a human would not last long, and the end usually was not pretty. You heard stories of blood, violence, and death. Some Ghouls had the tendency of getting territorial of their mates, often picking fights with other Ghouls if they even had a suspicion that one of them was interested. In rare instances, some Ghouls would even kill their mates, though not on purpose. So you would’ve had every right to be more than a little hesitant in being with a Ghoul. 

But you knew Rain wasn’t like that.

Typically, the water types were less aggressive and more reserved than the others, often keeping to themselves, staying out of trouble, and never really picking fights unless they felt threatened. But they were still demons, they still had an aura of danger surrounding them,  they could still annihilate a human if they ever felt like it. But Rain never gave you that vibe that he was even capable of such acts. He made you feel safe, comfortable. He was protective, but not in an overbearing type of way. If you were around any other Ghouls, he’d always be by your side watching over you. He was sweet, and you couldn’t see a world where he’d ever hurt you on purpose.

The two of you had been together for a few months now, but you still did nothing more than kiss. It was frustrating, and it had to have been difficult for Rain too. For some people, that contact is a need and a lack of that made you more irritable. You knew how skittish Rain could be, and you absolutely did not want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn’t ready for. But you were so desperate for his touch and you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last.

You wanted to be with Rain intimately, but you just didn’t know how to bring it up without spooking him off. You were aching and needed him now, but him being off in a touring band caused some unwanted distance between the two of you, so you were just going to have to handle it yourself like you always had to.

You exhaled a shaky breath as you removed your habit, laying on your bed with your legs slightly spread. You imagined Rain looking down on you, eyes dark and narrow behind his stage mask, a bulge prominently poking through his tight black jeans. You imagined his soft voice telling you what to do, forcing you to obey his every command. You slowly trailed your fingers down your body, running along your lace lingerie, tentatively journeying down until your fingers felt the heat that was radiating from your already sopping wet cunt, begging to be touched. 

You were a second away from reaching your aching nub until the door to your bedroom opened suddenly, a grinning Rain entering the door frame. But he quickly froze as he realized what was happening, his grin falling off his face and his eyes widening in shock as your half naked form. “Oh, fuck-! Uh, I’m sorry!” He covered his eyes and quickly closed your door, leaving you flushed and disheveled.

You put on a robe and walked out, finding Rain with his head in his hands in your living room. “Rain?” You called out softly, taking cautious steps towards him.

“I am so sorry, babe. We, the band, we got a few days off and I wanted to surprise you but…oh god.” Rain’s ears were flattened back, his tail actually tucked between his legs, coiling around his leg tightly. He sighed. “I didn’t mean to…walk in on you like that, I promise.”

You gently took a seat next to him, reaching up to lightly rub his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I mean, you did really surprise me.” You joked, smiling when he managed a nervous chuckle, his body untensing a little. “Coulda joined me, you know?” You said, in a split second decision, wondering if testing the waters was a good idea in the moment. You felt him tense up again beneath your hand, almost regretting your words until you noticed a slight bulge in his pants, not unlike the one you saw in your fantasy. “I mean, don’t you want to, with me?” You asked, feeling a little insecure.

Rain furrowed his brows and sat up more straight, taking a hold of your hand. “Of course I do, it’s just…you’re human. You can…break.” You don’t know why his choice of words made you clench, a sharp pang of desire shooting straight through your core. “I don’t wanna hurt you. Dewdrop almost killed his mate during…you know. I don’t want that to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“You’re not Dewdrop, Rain. You’re not like that.”

“He wasn’t like that either until it happened.” He frowned.

You could’ve whined. You were so needy. You understood his apprehension. It made you nervous too, but you loved your demon and you wanted him badly. “I want you, Rain. You want me too, I know you do. But…I understand if you can’t. But there is nothing you could do to me that would make me love you any less. You could never hurt me.”

Rain inhaled sharply, his hands tightening into fists as he smelled your arousal. It could’ve driven him mad. He saw how your thighs pressed together, how your teeth nawed away at the dead skin of your lips, how anxious your expression was. You looked to be in pain, and that pained him. “If we do this…you have to promise me, if I get too rough or do anything that you don’t like, you stop me. Whatever you have to do.” He spoke seriously, his pupils dilated until you could barely see his iris’.

“Yes, Rain. Just please, touch me.” You begged, opening one of his fists and bringing the palm to cup your sex, gasping as the much needed contact. You heard him audibly inhale, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. “Feel how much I want you? Feel how wet you make me?” You whispered.

Rain growled as he surged forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, teeth grazing against each other’s and pushing your tongues to meet. You moaned in his mouth as he started playing with your clit through your underwear, the fabric practically ruined with how soaked it was. “I didn’t realize how good you smell like this, baby.” Rain purred, trying his best to maintain his composure while he pushed the robe off your shoulders. “Bedroom. Now.” He ordered, leading you to the bed hastily.

You sat on the bed with a glazed over look in your eyes, your ears perked up at the sound of Rain’s belt buckle coming unlatched, the leather sliding and making a slapping sound as he removed it and tossed it to the floor. You could feel your mouth watering as he started to unbutton his pants. “You look so gorgeous like that, sweetheart. You wanna suck my cock, hm? Your mouth is already halfway open.” You could only nod as you finally started to see the side of Rain that you’ve been dreaming of. 

Rain beckoned you to sit on the edge of the bed, removing the rest of his clothes and taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and watching your expression as you finally saw all of him. “Is this what you were thinking about before I came home?” He asked darkly, gently caressing the back of your head. “You touch yourself to thoughts of me?” You nodded weakly, your mouth filling with saliva as your lips finally came into contact with the head of his cock.

Rain groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head and moaning at the taste. “Oh, sweet Lucifer…” He cursed, reaching down to unclasp your bra and to lift your chin, biting his lip at the sight. Tears in your admiring eyes, drool running down your chin and onto your tits, all for him. The view could’ve made him come right then and there. But he wanted you to feel good too.

You gasped as he tore you away from his dick, having you stand up as he sank to his knees, his own expression needy and glazed over as he ran his claws up your thighs, forcing goosebumps to form along the path. You quickly stepped out of your underwear as he pulled them down, him grabbing the back of one of your thighs to bring your leg to rest on his shoulder. Rain licked his lips as he finally saw the full glory that was your pussy, your arousal coating it and your inner thighs. He had never seen such a pretty sight. 

You let out a cry as Rain dove in, lapping up all your wetness and going to work right away. His long tongue poked and prodded at your tight entrance, undulating against your folds in such a way that you almost saw stars. “So sweet.” He growled, moving to focus on your clit, using his forked tip to rub on either side of the little nub. You tried not to scream, your legs threatening to give out just from the pure pleasure Rain was giving you. It was hard to focus on anything other than how his tongue was making you feel. But then it all came to a stop unfortunately, a loud whine escaping you as Rain rose to his feet with a shiny nose and chin. “I could do that all day.” He chuckled, but instead of doing just that, he pushed you gently to lay on the bed with your legs spread.

“Please, Rain…” You begged, arching your back so your chest could touch his, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you.” And without warning, Rain entered you, almost immediately filling you to the brim, the head of his cock grazing your sweet spot already. “Fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his torso as he started to thrust into you.

“You feel so good.” Rain panted, a thin sheen of sweat already building on his forehead. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whimpered, the sound driving you wild.

Rain buried his head into the crook of your neck, holding onto your shoulders with a vice grip. You felt multiple sharp stings as his claws extended, digging into the soft flesh, but Rain didn’t seem to notice, too lost in the feeling of you. It surprised you to find that you enjoyed it, the pain only amplifying the pleasure you already felt. The pain brought you closer to the peak you so desperately wanted to reach, you didn’t even notice you were clawing him right back. 

“Fuck, Rain, I’m so close!” You cried, attempting to meet his thrusts from underneath him, but Rain suddenly had a vice grip on your hips, pushing them down and pistoning into you even harder. “Oh, god-!” You threw your head back, unable to do anything but just take it, the pleasure rendering you useless.

The final straw was the new pleasurable pain you felt in the hollow of your neck, sharp fangs breaking your skin and sinking in, marking you in a way that just felt so right. It hit you like a train, knocking the breath out of your lungs, and then you let out a loud strained moan as you came around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes.” Rain whispered as his thrusts became sloppy, licking up your neck and stilling, his cum spilling inside of you as he whimpered.

You whined as Rain pulled out of you, flopping down beside you in exhaustion, a blissed out expression on his face. But his face quickly furrowed in concern, finally taking notice of the droplets of blood that slowly leaked out of your claw and bite marks. “Oh fuck, baby, I hurt you. Shit, I know this would happen. I never should have-”

“Rain, Rain!” You quickly interrupted before he had a full blown panic attack. “You didn’t hurt me, my love.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“I…I liked it.” You felt your face heat up at the admission. “It felt really good.” You chuckled giddily, and Rain relaxed a little but you could still see him beating himself up about it mentally. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes lit up at that, allowing himself to smile proudly at himself.

“Really?” He asked timidly, causing you to nod with a tired grin.

“You made me feel amazing. Only you, Rain. I knew I could trust you. If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. I promised, remember?”

Rain pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. “Thank you.” He whispered sleepily, happy purrs rumbling in his chest, making it very difficult to stay awake.

You gave Rain a soft kiss on his chin as he fell asleep, his comfortable hold on you and purrs lulling you to sleep right after him.

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rain is baby

Lmaooo I see we’ve both had the same little scenario in our heads (Debt to Be Paid) and I have to say I’m so satisfied that someone finally wrote it out 😌 (why doesn’t anyone else ever actually agree to it? I think it’s hot, like in a character-building way, to do it) and omg it was so well written! if you decided to write a part two, I’ll be out here like 👀👀👀 anyway, I loved it so much, thank you for sharing it!!! You’re amazing

Dude, ever since I saw that scene I was thinking about it. Great minds think alike perhaps? Lmaoo. Maybe some are just too squeamish or something? Also, I can find romance and beauty in violent, traumatic situations when others can't, which isn't really healthy but oh well (shout out to my parents for making that happen😂)

Anyway, i'm glad you enjoyed it!!!!💕💕💕🥰

lmaooo ur a freak

Indeed and proud of it baby😈👅💕💦

Hello! if you still take requests may I ask about Colin Ritman x reader story ? You can use she/her but they/them are also fine with me :) so the reader just started their career as an author and artist, they have published their first comic book that’s getting pretty popular in the uk and for now Colin is one of the biggest fans of the plot , art and in general the comic itself… He throughout the time also got a bit of interest and crush on the reader while watching interviews and videos of them on tv. You can think of how they met and what happens later on in the story! idk,,, I just thought it would be super cute and fluffy story but I’m literally so bad at writing haha,,,

Of course, sweet Anon! We love Colin love🥰

Warnings: Fluff. Just pure fluff is all I have to offer here.

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Your nerves were on fire. Your palms were sweaty, knees weak, and your whole body felt heavy. Standing on the side of the set, just out of sight of the various cameras that were pointed at the host of the show, waiting for your cue to come on. You just hoped you didn't throw up your mom's spaghetti all over your nicest sweater you wore for this specific occasion.

You were invited to be interviewed by one of the talking shows in your country to talk about your latest comic book that was published. Your career had only just started to take off, you never thought you'd be so popular, much less get invited to talk on national television. It all felt so surreal, you had to pinch yourself several times just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

"And with their latest comic in their horror mystery series that's flying off the shelves in almost every store in the UK, here with us today is the amazing: Y/n L/n!" The announced grinned widely and ushered you out from behind the curtain, the lights hitting your face as soon as you walked to him, a grin similar to his on your face, albeit a bit more nervous.

You tried to calm your rapidly beating heart as you took a seat in the seat next to him, crossing your legs and waving to the live audience as they cheered. "Thank you, thank you!" You chuckled happily.

"Okay, first off, when you first started your career as a comic book maker, did you expect to ever be greeted with such excitement?" He pointed to the audience, who started to cheer just as loudly as before.

"Uh, no!" You shook your head, a blush dusting your cheeks as the audience kept cheering, the host having to tell them to quiet down so he could talk.

"Well, obviously, the people love you!"

Yeah, the people did love you, but it seems one did more than the usual fan. The infamous Colin Ritman took an interest to your work, long before you were actually paid attention to, long before you were asked for interviews or brand deals. Colin had been paying attention to your work from the beginning. He had always been a comic book fan, a hobby he never really had time for anymore since working full time at Tuckersoft, but he worked hard to make time for you.

When it came to other things he was a fan of, and there weren’t that many, he almost always separated the artist from the work. He learned that most celebrities were dickheads and weren’t worth obsessing over, he didn’t understand it anyway. But then you came along and…well, he might’ve changed his mind a little bit.

He didn’t know where it even came from, the sudden weakness, as he viewed it. It’s not like you looked like an angel or anything spectacular. You were just a normal human being, with an incredible mind and artistic expression. He never even sought out to obsess over the newspapers to see if he could find a photograph of you. He was just sitting in his flat one day, the telly on just as background noise as he worked on a game, and you came on screen. One of your first interviews on live television, and he couldn’t look away for even a moment.

Colin had never felt starstruck before, but seeing you on screen in that moment, he thought that it would be the closest he’d ever get to the feeling. He found your nervousness endearing, it didn’t seem fake or overplayed, you looked genuine; and genuineness was a rare attribute in most artists, if not most people in the world. After that, he always made sure to read the tv listings or papers to see whenever you were scheduled to be interviewed or anything in the like. He couldn’t believe he had an actual infatuation with a person he’d never met. And neither could his boss, who made sure to tease him about it every chance he got, which was a lot because for a boss the man never actually seemed to work.

After over a year of having this admiration with you, Colin almost jumped off a balcony when he heard that one of your comics was being chosen to be made into a video game. The paper didn’t say which company it would be, and that immediately made Colin furious because he knew he was the best game programmer and he’d actually do your work justice better than whatever arsehole would be making it.

Colin’s furious thoughts came to an abrupt end when Mr. Thakur snapped his fingers in front of him. “Mate, get out of fantasyland. We’ve got a new client, or should I say, you’ve got a new client!”

Colin furrowed his sharp brows in confusion (and annoyance) at his boss’ declaration. “I don’t take clients.” He stated starkly.

“Well, you do now.”

“No, I don’t. Unless you don’t want this new game to be out by the time you want it, I’m not taking on any other projects.” Colin huffed in frustration.

“Fuck that, Ritman. This one is more important. It has the potential to really boost our popularity.” Not important? Not fucking important? Colin has never wanted to go off on his boss more than he did in that moment. I’ve spent hours upon hours trying to make this bullshit game for you and taking my personal time to try and make it work and you have the balls to say that it’s not fucking important, is what Colin wished he could say without getting fired. Honestly, he could’ve probably found a company that would’ve treated him better. But today was not that day, he just had to suck it up and entertain whatever bullshit project his boss would thrust upon him unfairly.

“Fine.” Colin sneered. “Who’s this sod of a client anyway?” As soon as Colin said those words, he almost had the breath knocked out of his lungs.

“Colin, may I introduce to you the one and only Y/n L/n.” Mr. Thakur continued to drone on with the introduction, but Colin couldn’t even hear what all he was saying. He couldn’t believe that you were standing right in front of him, he must’ve been dreaming, he had to have been. He quickly realized he hated feeling starstruck, it made him hyper aware that he must’ve been acting like a lunatic just staying at you but there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Not until his boss snapped him out of it of course. “This is our new client, we’re going to be making a game out of their comic books!”

Ah, so it was Tuckersoft. How did Colin not even notice that the company he worked for would be doing this? He was usually dismissive but he thought he’d at least have heard the excited whispers around the office. Maybe it was supposed to be really secretive. Mr. Thakur was excited about it, and Colin couldn’t help but to be as well even though he didn’t show it outwardly. He really hoped you didn’t hear him call you a sod client…

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ritman.” You smiled widely, holding your hand out to shake his hand.

“Colin.” He said bluntly, a little too bluntly, clearing his throat subtly. “Just Colin is fine.” He shook your hand, trying not to feel gross about thinking how soft your skin was. Mr. Thakur side-eyed Colin, clearly noticing the slight tremor in his voice because since when was Colin ever nervous about anything? But thankfully, for once in his life, Mr. Thakur kept his mouth shut. 

It was surprisingly difficult to listen to anything anyone had to say as your team discussed the elements that they wanted incorporated into the game. Colin hated it, he hated this whole situation, he hated how excited he felt to be working on a game specifically for you. Much of Colin’s whole personality was strictly indifference, so being excited for anything was rare. It seemed like the concept was pretty decent, but if you had any sort of control of what you wanted, then of course it was going to be good.

Colin, being the talented designer he was, was always allowed to work from home, and this was no exception. The only real issue was that you would be working with him from whenever you had the time, to overlook everything and give any notes if you felt like it was needed. You had no game designing experience, but it was going to have your name on it so Colin supposed it was warranted. He just hoped he wouldn’t be too distracted with you looking over his shoulder.

It was only a couple months into the job that you finally had free time to go over to Colin’s flat to check in with his progress. He felt obligated to clean his place spotless, well, as spotless as he could with all the stuff he had. He felt like he should be somewhat presentable, even though he’s never felt the need to make any sort of effort for anyone. Another thing he hated was how nervous he felt about you seeing his progress, he wanted you to be happy with it, he didn’t know if his ego could handle you hating it in any way.

Colin lightly slapped himself as he heard you ring his doorbell, hyping himself up to be cordial as best he could. “Colin, hi!” You smiled sweetly as soon as he opened the door, already feeling his heart hammer inside his ribcage.

“Hi…” He coughed, “Uh, right, come in.” He stood aside to allow you to walk through the door frame, cringing at himself for the first time out of many that day he assumed. God, if he could just get over himself. But something you said quickly made him feel like a deer in headlights.

“You have my comics!” You pointed out with a happy grin. 

When Colin was frantically cleaning his flat in preparation for your arrival, he forgot the most important part he needed to tidy up (and hide): your various comic books that were scrawled over his coffee table. He was so used to reading them on his couch in the mornings he never even thought to hide them. “Uh, bought some, to get a feel for your style.” He stuttered, thankful he came up with a logical excuse even though it wasn’t articulated as smoothly as he wanted it to be.

“Oh, well, I appreciate that! Did you like them? Or did you just look at the art style?”

“I skimmed through it.” He lied more convincingly the second time. “I will one day though, just have to focus on this game for now. As you already know.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” Goddamn it, why did you have to be so nice? Why couldn’t you have just been an asshole? It sure would be easier to pay attention to the work instead of constantly stealing glances over at you. But unfortunately, that’s not how the next few months went.

It wasn’t bad, per say. Just more than a little awkward from time to time. Colin was severely unsociable as it was, but you just cranked that up to eleven once you started spending more and more time with him. Colin never thought he’d want to have more social skills, but that was before he met you. Now he just wished he could get a proper sentence out that could make you smile, even just a little bit. The only smiles he got from you was when you saw his progress, which was nice but it wasn’t the same as it would be for him to make you smile himself.

On the other side of this coin, Mr. Thakur hounded Colin every chance he got. Every time he could get a word in about how he needed this game to be perfect in every way or any minute flaw, he never hesitated to pester Colin about it. It was getting on his very last nerve and the only time he could get a moment’s peace was when he was with you.

Colin still couldn’t believe how angelic you seemed. You were his complete opposite and yet, he found you incredibly enjoyable to be around. You never got frustrated, at least not with him. Any error or bump in the road of making your game never seemed to get to you. You were so patient with everyone. He’d never admit this out loud, but Colin admired you. He also never thought he’d be scared to speak his mind.

It took longer than expected, but Colin finally made you laugh one night. It took him completely by surprise too. The two of you had a couple drinks after you convinced Colin he needed to give his eyes a break from staring at a screen all day, and you both were just sitting on the floor against his couch, sharing stories and opinions, just trying to get to know each other. He told a dumb joke, a dark one at that, so you could imagine his surprise when you broke out laughing. Full on, deep from the belly laugh. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because of how late into the night it was, but Colin knew he would remember that laugh forever; especially the look of embarrassment on your face after you couldn’t stop laughing.

Then the late night drinks became a regular thing, so regular that Colin thought about prolonging finishing the game just so he could see you almost every day. But of course, there were deadlines and the game was so close to being done that he could see the finish line. He couldn’t do that, not to you. You were so excited, you loved everything about it, praises spilling from your mouth before it was even done. He couldn’t possibly prolong it without feeling like an absolute knob. So he completed it, before the deadline with the finishing touches and all; but it made him feel so sad.

Colin didn’t want whatever the two of you had to end. He wanted to continue that…partnership.

It was at the game release party at the company that he finally got up the courage to ask.

You were wearing a cheesy Christmas outfit, to match the theme of the party since the game came out around then; bright red with white puffballs down the middle to mimic Santa, he hated Christmas but it looked good on you. You were smiling ear to ear as the reviews started pouring in from the presale testers, encouraging everyone and anyone to play the game because they thought it was so well done. He couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling that rose in his chest as you wiped away happy tears from your cheeks.

As the party died down and everyone started to leave, Colin knew this was his last chance to talk to you. Everyone was talking to you throughout the night, wanting to give their obligatory two cents, not allowing him a chance to even congratulate you. So he finally let out a relieved sigh as his coworkers started to head home. “I barely saw you tonight.” Colin spoke with a chuckle as he went to stand next to you by the windows that looked out on the city, all brightly lit up with red and green and the slightest hint of snow starting to dust the rooftops of smaller buildings.

“I know!” You grinned exhaustedly. “I’m still not used to people wanting to talk to me all the time.”

“Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on the oncoming success.”

“I should be the one congratulating you, are you kidding me? You’re the one who made this possible. You did the work, my name is just attached to it.”

“Give yourself some credit, you had the concept. You could’ve found any other prick to make the game for you.” Colin blushed.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it.” You spoke softly, looking down on the city to distract yourself from your quickly heating cheeks as Colin gave you a look of admiration.

“You know I…” Colin hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I was actually a fan of yours, before you came to us.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I was just too much of a coward to actually admit that. All those comics of yours you saw in my flat months ago, had them all long before you came along. Pretty embarrassing, right?”

“No, not embarrassing at all!” You smiled, nudging his side with your elbow. “You could’ve told me, I would’ve been flattered. I am now.”

“At first, I felt like we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. But then it was just so easy to be around you, like, we had always been friends, if that’s not weird of me to say.” You shook your head, gesturing for him to continue. “With the game finally over and done, I don’t want to go back to never seeing each other again. I know it’s just been a partnership but…I want to be more than that. Friends, at the very least.”

Colin’s heart flipped in his chest as he saw your soft dreamy expression, your eyes practically pleading with want as your breath caught in your throat. It was a sight to behold, the view almost pushing him to do something about it, though he would wait for you to respond. But the sight of you licking your lips before speaking was testing his self-restraint. “I would love to have…more than a partnership.” You spoke meekly, looking up at him through your lashes with a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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short n' sweet. hope that was fluffy enough for you lmao