Chainsaw Man Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Vanessa's POV I sucked the tip in, wetting it instantly. I watched his eyes roll back in his head like he was honestly close to convulsing, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. “Fucking wicked little thing–” he cursed under his breath as I started sucking with more energy and more fire, swallowing little by little just to mess with his head. He fisted my hair, holding it with a hand as I swallowed more of his cock. “Yeah, I won't leave you alone now. You're so pretty my love.”

The stalker needed no go-ahead command, he placed the active chain saw on the edge of the man’s right arm, screams filled the alleyway, accompanied by the sounds of flesh tearing and bones breaking, tears rolled down my checks and my heart was beating, I had no idea why I was crying, he deserved it but the pain… The chainsaw was cutting through his bone and flesh 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, his right arm dropped on the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the stalker's face didn’t look like his anger was reducing if anything, it increased, badly.

Earning all my strength to reached the left side. "This room is locked, Riani!" his voice echoed to me. Like those haunted dreams I read on those books. That seems to be happening one by one. I am about to reached it when his speed increased at me. I did not expect that. I bit my lowerlip when his hand enveloped mine. I chase after my breath there. His moved were very precise when he locked me successfully. I cleared my throat when an urge of different feels sting on me.

Claw growled as he snacked on her lower lip. Cassie was supernaturally misplaced in her real sensations once more. Claw was a man who knew what he needed and wasn’t afraid to take it with constrain. It wasn’t something Cassie was utilized to encountering, so having it happen numerous times in twelve hours, and having her feeling like an dazzling ruler, was beginning to make her address each choice she’d ever made in her life.

Ariana I smiled to myself watching Lewis as he chopped big logs of wood into small pieces for my aunt’s chimney. He was shirtless with only a pair of black shorts on. His muscles flexed as sweat trickled down his chiseled chest. I licked my lips, clamping my legs together. He was yummy, all right. One of a kind. “You like what I’m doing babe?” Lewis suddenly asked after chopping one log into half. He placed the axe on his shoulder and stared at me, his eyes flashing silver. “I can smell you. You’re getting excited.”

We roll through the mud in a frenzy of violently flailing limbs and lethal snaps of raser-like fangs, claws scrabbling at the earth. When I draw the first blood from Chase’s shoulder, forcing a coarse yelp from his maw, logic breaks through the bloodthirsty haze in my mind. My blurry vision clears, and suddenly I realize this is my best friend beneath me; his familiar gray fur matted with crimson and brown eyes narrowed in annoyance and exasperation. I cock my head to the side, trying to make sense of this strange development. Chase bares his teeth and growls, saliva dripping from his fangs, but then his voice sounds in my head. Is that the best you’ve got, you big ugly mutt?

I yell to Manure. He exits the stable, as it was, but does not know where. After a while, he comes back with food and water and tries to feed me. I spit it all on his face and demand he releases me now. Manure gets mad and bites my cock. Shit that hurt so bad, but I hold the pain inside of me and spit on his face again. He removes the chains very angrily and puts me on the floor and fucks me real hard deep inside my pussy. I enjoy it badly and ask him to fuck me more, to give me more, to give me all that he can.

“Put that disgusting worm into my mouth and I swear by all things sacred, I’ll rip it out. That way you’d even be more manlier than you are now.” The man paused to watch me with that same sickeningly cruel amused smile before hooking my mouth open with both hands, struggling against my bucking head with a grunt. “Thank you for the heads up. I’ll keep that in mind. Just so you know, it’s nothing personal. I’m just borrowing your throat .” Fear and self preservation had me fighting again and just as he was going ahead, there came the sound of tires squealing and there was this sudden wash of white light coming from the headlight.

But Cale could see the stress fractures in the third link, invisible to the human eye but glaringly obvious to his Reaper sight. A thin, grey thread—a potential accident—was coiled around it. Not fatal, but heavy. If it fell, it would break legs. It would crush ribs. "Not tonight," Cale whispered. He grabbed a chair. He dragged it under the chandelier. He stepped up. He reached up and touched the chain. He didn't have tools. He didn't need them. He pushed his thumb against the fractured link, applying a specific, supernatural pressure. The metal groaned. The molecules shifted, fusing back together, healing the fracture.

Charlotte said from her bed. "Good morning to you too." I grabbed my towel. "No seriously, did you sleep?" She asked. "I got some sleep." I got up and grabbed my towel. "The dinner was a lot." "Yeah, you texted me Cyrus Blackwood is an actual demon at eleven-thirty and then nothing else." She pulled her knees up. "What happened?" "I'll tell you over coffee." I pushed my feet into my slippers. "You're warm," she said. I stopped. "What?"