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OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

I sure hope the two people who voted for this on my poll don't find it~

And I don't know what I would do if @monstersflashlight knew they inspired me to post my smut directly on Tumblrrr....~

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 1/2]

You’ve been keeping a secret for a couple months now.

As a human, you’re not allowed into the monster empire, you’re supposed to live your measly life outside its borders in the Outlands. If you ever were to venture into the dark claws of Du’Preve, the closest monster district to your human settlement, you would be executed or worse if they discovered you weren’t one of them.

So you’ve taken extra care not to be discovered.

You could never pass as a vampire, with their red eyes and sharp teeth- nevermind a gorgon or gargoyle. But Liches… those looked just like humans until they put too many magic runes on themselves. A little black paint, and some inspiration from a Lich warning poster in your area, and viola, TOTALLY not a human.

Thus far, you’ve hopped the border just to look around for a little while. Du’Preve has some kind of strange curse over it that dims the sun, even at high noon it seems like late evening. You LOVED it. Something about it made you feel alive- you always did have more energy at night and it was a wonder to experience it at 2pm.

You would walk the dirty streets, trying not to stare as you passed people with hissing hair, barking owners of strange market stands, and old rune-riddled liches mumbling incoherently in the gutters.

You also tried very hard not to squint, to act like you weren’t used to the perpetual darkness. You’d overheard monsters spit that word onto the pavement, ‘Squints.’ ‘Damn Squints,’ ‘Filch-beggin’ no good fuckin’ Squints.’

It has the same other-ness that ‘Fang-Banger’ has back home, a term that’s spat at anyone who gets cozy with a monster, even when it’s not the person’s fault.

You might get called that just for visiting Du’Preve, honestly.

But no one back home knows about your adventures, just as no monster knows what you really are. It’s been working so well that on today’s trip into darkness, you decide to do something a little different.

Du’Preve was known to host all kinds of escapism- drugs, whores, alcohol, you name it. But the most interesting to you were the parties and the clubs that hosted them. Last time you were here you overheard talk of one club in particular, The Club Lascivia, where patrons are generally safe from gang involvement and getting drinks spiked by malicious strangers.

You had gone through what few Du’Preve-looking outfits you had, needing something to wear to a club- eventually settling for something skimpier than you’d usually wear in your excitement to dance the night- or the day, away. You slip through your settlement in an old cloak which you leave at the border, soon arriving at your destination- by all appearances just another monster looking to party.

The scene was electric, with colored lights and dirty music that hummed beneath your skin. You moved between the dance floor, enjoying yourself with your heart racing at how close you were to the monstrous patrons, and simply watching the crowd from the safety of a booth, seeing for the first time how human these monsters really were.

In the booth next to you were two gargoyles, their stone-colored wings slightly unfolded to give a sense of privacy as they gossiped about a third gargoyle between flustered giggles.

You see a male gorgon leaning too close to a disinterested woman at the bar and after a few heated words she throws her drink in his face, causing his snakes to curl back with a hiss.

On the dancefloor you watch a little lich flirting with a stunning vampire, dancing so close, rubbing against one another. The vampire brushes closed lips against the lich’s throat in a dangerous tease and you shiver unexpectedly, drawn to the tantalizing threat.

Hot.

Wait- ‘hot’? What are you thinking?! Are you.. a fang-banger? No but you haven’t-

Before you can really parse out your thoughts, you notice a man approaching your booth with a couple of drinks.

He’s in a leather jacket that he hasn’t bothered to zip up over his fishnet shirt, allowing you to see the shape of his hips and the toned ‘v’ of his pelvis peaking up over a studded belt and artfully ripped jeans.

He stops a pace or so away from you, looking at you through tinted glasses as the lights of the club backlight his mane of curly black hair. Something about the way he looks at you makes you flush. He smiles, as if he knows what you’re feeling, and you see fangs glinting in his smirk.

“Mind if I join ya?" He asks in this brassy yet silken voice.

“Yes.” you find yourself saying, “-You can join me, that is.”

“ ‘Preciate it.” he says, and as he sits a strange thrill buzzes through your skull. “Here, for your hospitality.”

He sets a tall drink garnished with a twist of orange in front of you and your voice of reason momentarily returns. Was this safe to drink? You didn’t see the drink made, so it’s possible this was a sexy trap to lure you into a surprise kidney removal or something, right? You rotate the glass, as if somehow that would help you tell if it was spiked.

As you’re grappling with how to politely refuse the cocktail, his hand and its many rings brushes against yours and he plucks your glass off the table to take a deep drink, smiling as he catches the look on your face.

He sets it back in front of you with about a third less liquid in it and leans back, his arms draping across the top of the plush seating. “You’re smart not to trust a stranger, but I don’t get my kicks at this club from unwilling participants.” he teases, not unkind, but with a hint of what those kicks may be, “Go on then.” he urges, looking at you, not the drink. “If you want it.. It’s here for you.”

You had never been propositioned quite like this. His air was pushy, dominant, forceful even. But in his words and relaxed posture he invited you to walk away. What if you did? He might chuckle as you excuse yourself with a scarlet blush.. but you don’t think he’d follow.

What if you didn’t?

In a streak of boldness you look him in the eye and pick up your drink, draining it entirely as you stare him down. You were a human with enough gall to sneak into monster territory, after all.

“Moxie.” he praises with a quirk of his brow. It crosses your mind that you’re impressing a monster with your bravery and you feel tipsy off that alone. He licks one of his fangs and you can’t take your eyes off him. You think to the vampire on the dance floor and wonder what it feels like to have those sharp teeth on your skin.. on your lips..

“Now that you're done with your drink, you wanna taste of somethin’ else?” He asks, and you blush at his ability to seemingly read your thoughts.

What.. What should you say? Obviously you were getting hot and bothered here but to do anything physical with a person from Du'Preve, to willingly walk into his grasp, that was a much much bigger taboo than taking yourself on a little adventure across the border now and again.

You feel a light touch on your wrist, the man has moved in the semicircular booth to sit beside you. “Hey now..” the man soothes, his fingers barely resting on your skin. “You can be nervous, moxie, or anythin’ between. If we do somethin’ I just need you to want it.”

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

[PART 2]

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OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 2/2, See part 1 here]

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

His lips swallow the rest of your trepidation as they press into your own and you groan at the sensation. He effortlessly takes charge, kissing you like you're something to savor before exploring your mouth with his tongue. Being so close to those sharp teeth makes you whimper and you kiss him back, wanting him to do more to you.

Then his fingers reach under your chin to tip your head back. He kisses along your jaw, lingering at the soft spot below your ear a moment before settling at your neck with a chuckle.

“You like that?” He breathes against your warming pulse. You can feel his smile as he grazes your skin with his teeth, just enough to tease you. Just enough to make you tremble. 

Fuck.

You're struggling to find your words when he speaks your feelings to existence with a gravelly voice.

“You like my fangs, huh.”

He doesn't even phrase it like a question, and isn’t seeking an answer. He simply returns to your neck, kissing and sucking and teasing with his teeth until you’re whimpering for him. For more.

He pulls back with a knowing look, obviously pleased.

“Follow me, I know a place that’ll give us a little more privacy.” he says lightly, but then you find your chin in his hand and he’s staring you down with a more serious expression. “Once we get there, I’ll give you so much pleasure it’ll make your head spin.. but I’ll be hard-pressed to stop in the middle of it. You ok with that?”

You nod in his palm and he smiles, standing and offering you the same hand to take. He leads you through the crowd, the warmth of his skin mirroring the warmth coursing though you, and takes you to a staircase that’s blocked off with a tacky velvet rope and a sign labeled NO ENTRY, VIP ONLY which he untethers and tosses to the side.

You were all for adventure, but if you were caught.. You could be discovered as an Outlander.

“Uh.. should we be-”

“Don’ worry, Doll. I’m the VIP in this joint.” he says with a snicker, squeezing your hand and giving it a tug.

He takes you to the second floor which unfortunately for you and your weak human eyes, is completely dark. You do you best to act like you have night vision, and it’s incredibly helpful that you’re being lead by the hand through the pitch, but you still manage to stumble a little. Hopefully it would be assumed that you were feeling the alcohol or something.

“Here we are..” he murmurs, and you hear a door open, then shut behind you as you’re pulled into this new space. You stumble again as a forceful hand pushes you against that same door. You gasp into his mouth as it reconnects with yours and he hums as if you’re an ambrosia to him. His body presses closer and you realize with a moan that he’s achingly hard for you, grinding against you slowly.

His domineering kiss eases up some and you almost make a sound of complaint before you realize.. he’s inviting you, offering his fangs for you to taste. You feel him smile as you slide your tongue across to feel that canine, gently testing it’s sharpness. Why did it turn you on so much?

You’re a fangbanging slut, that’s why. Your mind supplies, but it only served to turn you on more.

After a moment of reveling in his mouth, he pulls away. “..There’re too many clothes.” He pants, and you can hear the rustle of him stripping immediately. After fumbling with your shoes you’re right behind, but he doesn’t wait for you to fully disrobe before his hands are roaming your body, leaving a trail of pleasured shivers in their wake. He slides his touch across your chest, touching you just right, then down your waist gently until they reach your hips and grip you tight.

He grinds against you again, rolling his hips in a gesture of what’s to come and you want it. Your own hips move involuntarily in his grip and you groan pathetically, your desire dripping down your spine like molten lava to your groin where you’re already twitching for him.

You subsequently lose contact with the ground before roughly making contact with a mattress. Then he’s on you, his mouth ravishing your neck as his fingers slide between your cheeks, teasing you, testing you. He spreads your legs easily and ensures that you're prepared while toying with you, turning you into a moaning mess under his confident hands.

When his fingers leave you you’re so turned on and ready to be fucked that there’s nothing but delicious friction when he fills you to the hilt in an instant, growling in pleasure when you moan loud and clench around him.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his thick cock before he’s fucking you, pulling out most of the way out before slamming back in with a groan, over and over again. It makes you see stars and feel dizzy and high and electric all at once. He fucks you closer and closer to that edge, mouth still at your neck.

When you feel like you’re almost there, his lips leave your throat to breathe in your ear.

“Cum for me, fangbanger.”

It sets you off and he bites down on your neck just right to extend your high as he fucks you harder and harder until he’s pressing his face into the crook of your neck and thrusting deep into you with a rumbling sound of pleasure, filling you.

You’re barely coming down from your climax when he starts moving again inside your sensitive body, making you cry out.

You hear a dark chuckle beyond the ringing in your ears, “Oh no, you’re not done yet.” he says with a roll of his hips. “You’re gonna cum until you can’t for me.”

True to his word, he rails you for what must be hours, only pausing to manipulate your body into new positions, each more pleasurable than the last. He made you cum more times than you even knew that you could. By the time he’s done your limbs are like lead and at the same time you feel like you’re floating. You hardly feel the bed move as he gets off the mattress, too wrapped up in the afterglow.

“Don’ move. You’re gonna need a minute.” he advises, voice slightly gravelly still. The light clicks on, bathing the room in the dim red glow that was pretty common in Du’Preve. It was making you sleepy. One of your hands touches your neck, feeling the soreness of hickies, but no holes, no blood.

“You didn’t drink my blood?” You ask, looking over at him. He’s putting his clothes back on but pauses long enough to shoot you an amused look. “I wasn’t interested in that in the first place, squints.”

Wait… Squints?

“I do gotta get, though. You’re free to take a bit of time, and a shower if ya don’t want to take my souvenirs back across the border, huh?

You flush with embarrassment at being found out, and at realizing your current state with a little more clarity. You have so many questions- about him, about what gave you away, but the one that comes out of your mouth is-

“Why aren’t you turning me in?”

He smirks at you from the threshold, looking back with a glint in his eyes, which without his tinted glasses almost appear to be different colors.

“Maybe I ain’t supposed to be here, neither.”

And with that he’s gone. You take him up on his offer, eventually dragging your body to the shower, letting the warm water reinvigorate you for the journey ahead- you weren’t risky enough to sleep in monster territory.

When you’re finally back in the outlands, tying your cloak back around your shoulders, all you can think about is the next time you’ll sneak away to indulge in your new fangbanger lifestyle. The next time you'll feel those teeth at your throat..

KAZIMIER ENERGY. (He's a shapeshifting incubus, not a vampire, but still)

therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.

cunt dracula:

So.. I cosplay most of my OCs.. 🙈

Some of you may know that I'm a make up/drag artist and performer. Some of you may also know that I use those skills to bring some of my OCs to life on my own face.

Anyway, I made a poll of posts I should do and posting pics of me as Kazimier from my story 🌐7 Circles🌐 was the winner. 🎉

I'm flattered and flustered at the same time, but hopefully yall enjoy!

Most of these were shot in '22. Last pic is most recent (oct'23)

Old video of me as Kaz to finish (heads up I'm NOT on tiktak anymore). Ok representation of what he sounds like!

Gods, what a weird looking mf.. and he is almost that animated when he's not hiding who he is. Also his left fang being crooked is cannon lol

Not sure which of you voted for this, but I hope ya liked it?

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