#How Many Time Have You Made The Cock Crow

[d0rothydraws]

After a night out things get heated and Sylus can't control himself, revealing a new side of him.

content: f!reader, monster cock, porn without plot, public sex, multiple orgasms, Inappropriate use of Evol, after care, just a lot of smut idk

w/c: 3.7k

Ao3: Here

a/n: This took so long i'm so sorry works been wearing me out so much I haven't been able to post much. I hope this satisfies all the monster fuckers that wanted this from my one post.

Tonight had been.. A lot. You and Sylus were at a dinner banquet. Apparently a very important man was hosting the event and Sylus was looking for information about something. You didn’t really know or ask. You don’t really ask many questions these days. Sylus had custom fit you one of the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen. It was made of the softest silk, the neckline was low yet tasteful, showing enough to catch some looks but not enough to feel exposed. The skirt had a high slit that went to the top of your hip, exposing your leg once in a while. As you walked, the long skirt looked like it was flowing around you like water. You wore matching blood red heels that looked like they were carved out of ruby. The light catching them in a mesmerizing way. Your hair was done in a way where it framed your face, pulled in an updo that bounced slightly every time you took a step. And on your neck was a crow pendant embedded with a ruby. 

To say it simply, you looked beautiful. Elegant. 

And Sylus couldn’t keep his eyes, or hands, off of you.

As you walked, his hand was draped around your waist, hand on your hip. Or his hand was on your lower back, or when you sat his hand was on your thigh, fingers drawing patterns that sent a chill down your spine. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, meeting yours once in a while. You almost could feel the hot breath that left him when this happened, exhaling every time as if he was trying to control himself. 

You couldn’t lie, it felt good to see him like this. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what you would look like in the dress, it was custom fit, custom designed just for you. He had seen it on you before. And yet when anyone looked over at you, giving you just the smallest bit of attention, you felt his hand tighten, body pulled closer. Your hip flush against his. You could feel heat radiating from his body.

Part of you wondered if he was going to end up dragging you into the bathroom. A couple times you thought he was considering it, especially as his hand moved to the inside of your thigh halfway through the banquet. His rough fingers trailed higher, brushing against your panties. He leaned over whispering in your ear, his voice thick as honey. 

“You look delicious.” His words sent a shiver through your body as your hand tightened on the fork you were holding. You looked around, everyone was talking about something you didn't understand. Nobody knew what was happening under the table. And in a bold decision, you parted your thighs just a little bit more. Moving your hips to press against the fingers that were tracing your folds through your panties. You heard his breath catch, his hand pausing for only a second, Sylus’ lips returned to your ear. 

“Try not to squirm too much, kitten. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.” He said as his fingers dipped under the fabric, calloused fingers grazing the sensitive skin. You took a bite of food to hide a moan, your face red as a shaky breath left your lipsticked lips. You wanted nothing more than to ride his hand. To throw all caution to the wind and thrust your hips against his fingers until you were clenching and twitching around him, begging for more. 

And suddenly, his hand was gone. Your disappointment must have been audible because he chuckled, bringing his finger to his lips. Swiftly he liked them as if he was licking off a stray drop of sauce that fell onto his hand. You caught the look in his eye as his right eye started glowing slightly. Glancing down you seen the red and black tendrils of his power snake its way around your leg. It felt warm and you tried to not shiver or make a sound as you felt the weight of it move between your thighs. Your panties pushed to the side and as a reflex you tried to close your legs. The tendrils pushed your legs back open gently, like a pair of hands and as you felt the warmth against your core, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out, putting it on Sylus’ thigh, nails pressing into the thick meat. 

It felt as if it was Sylus himself between your thighs, just a different version. The feeling was like a warm tongue licking at you, lapping up every bit that you provided as you tried your damndest to not moan, or at least, too loud. You never felt anything like this before. You almost forgot you were in public until you heard his voice in your ear again. 

“Quiet, kitten. You’ll get caught.” His voice was low, strained. A rush of adrenaline flooded your veins as you choked back a whine. The energy pushed inside you, curling exactly where you needed it. Licking your sensitive, throbbing clit. Your hand on his thigh tightened, nails digging in more making him give a low groan deep in his throat. 

“Sylus-” You said, trying to be quiet, but the sound was choked out. Your breathing was heavy, face red and eyes were starting to get glossy. “I can’t. P-please, I-” You let out a choked gasp, louder than you wanted as your orgasm rushed through you. You clenched around the thick mass of energy inside you as you panted, blushing so dark that you probably matched your dress. A few people turned to look, eyebrows raised in curiosity as they saw your out of breath expression. 

“We will be taking our leave now.” Sylus said, the energy around your lower half dissolved as if it never happened. Your legs felt numb as you tried to steady your thoughts, your heart pounding and blood rushing. Your body moved on its own as Sylus stood, as if being willed by him to follow. You had no complaints about this, your anticipation was as high as ever to get him alone. His hand was firm on your lower back giving you much needed support as you walked to the car.

The drive home was quiet but the tension was thick. His body was tense as he pulled into the driveway and before you could even open the door, the red-black tendrils of energy embraced you again. Your body was moved by a force you couldn’t fight even if you wanted to. A thrill ran through your body. He had never used his Evol on you like this before. 

You were placed in the middle of the bedroom, Sylus following you through the door as his eye glowed. His hands in his pockets as he looked at you with a hunger you never saw from him before. You let out a slow breath, feeling the energy dissolve into the air as he towered over you, a hand moving to your chin. 

“Sweetie, you almost made me lose control, looking like that in public. It’s dangerous, you know.” He said, fingers trailing your skin as his other hand trailed down the curve of your waist, admiring the figure hidden under the dress he picked out. 

“I guess you could say I had a good stylist.” You said with a half laugh, he chuckled, a low sound that warmed your core. His hand moved behind your neck, fingers making quick work of the tie that held the light dress on your body. With a flick of his fingers, the fabric fell to the floor around your feet. Your hand moved to his chest, trailing up to wrap around his tie. 

The tension broke as you pulled him down into a rough kiss, one of his hands curled in your hair while the other moved to your hip. He guided you as you felt the bed hit the back of your legs, one of his legs coming to rest on the edge of the bed as you fell back. His kiss was hot, hungry. Teeth bite your lip, tongues pushing against each other as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. He took your hand from his tie, his fingers wrapping around yours as he pinned it above your head. 

“Do you trust me?” He breathed in your ear as he pulled back, panting softly. You could feel the hardness of his cock against your thigh, straining his pants. You arched your hips up to apply some pressure, making him groan. You knew there was only one answer to his question.  

“Yes.” 

The grip on your hand tightened as it was pushed harder into the soft mattress, his other hand moved to your face bringing your lips to his as he kissed you. Slow, deep. Different from the kiss you just had. You felt hot breath on your cheek as he breathed out through his nose asif he was holding his breath waiting for your answer. In turn, the kiss took your own breath away as you pulled back, your lips slightly red from how he bit your lip as you pulled back. His fingers traced the outline of your lower lip as his eyes stared down at you, red orbs swirling.

“Darling,” His voice made a low sound as his eyes looked into you. A serious look that brought you back to reality for a moment. He didn’t give you that look often.  “I’m not sure if I'll be able to hold back tonight.” Sylus sounded just as breathless as you felt. “If you need me to stop at any point, tell me. Promise me.” He said, the hand on your cheek gently tracing the skin under his fingers. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Your heart fluttered as you looked up at him. Your cheeks flushed as you took a deep breath, processing his words. 

You two had a safe word. It was well established when you started becoming physical. There was one time you did have to use it, not because of anything horrible but you weren’t in the right mindset for what he had planned that night. So instead of putting yourself through it, knowing that he wouldn’t want you to do that, you said it. He stopped instantly followed by a warm bath, snacks, and your favorite show. 

“I promise.” You breathed, looking into his eyes as he stared down at you. There was something that you couldn’t tell, that you never had seen before. “I trust you, Sylus.” You whispered, bringing your free hand to pull him into a slow kiss that matched the last one. You put your whole soul into that kiss, as if hoping he would understand just how much you cared for him. How without a thought you would put your life in his hands, knowing damn well that he would do the same for you. 

As the kiss continued, the energy began to change. Once soft and gentle was becoming something more. His lips were hot, hungry as he straddled your hips. His clothed cock grinded against your thigh making your body twitch and shiver with need. His hand on your face became rougher, holding your jaw firmly as his kiss devoured you. He pulled away with a soft growl, licking his lips. 

“You’re like a drug to me.” Sylus said as his hands moved to pull at his clothes, buttons unfastening to reveal his chest. Your mouth started to salivate at the sight.  Your hands moved up to help him, guiding your palms over the surface of his skin. Sylus let out a low sound, watching you as you made your way to his belt. He didn’t stop you as you undid the fasten. The sound of metal was loud in the room as it fell from its hold as Sylus pulled the belt and tossed it on the floor. 

His lips were on you again. Hungry, hot. You felt your breath be taken from your lungs as your hands were pinned above your head. His tongue pushing into your mouth, devouring you whole. He pulled away with a low growl, looking down at you, his eyes dark and his lips red from the kiss and the stain of your lipstick. 

“Roll over kitten.” Sylus purred as he let go of your hands and instantly you followed his direction. You felt the slick of your arousal as you moved, making your need even more known to you as you turned. Now with your ass to him, arched as your cheek laid against the pillow. You felt his fingers wrap under the lace of your panties, pulling them down to your knees. You looked over to him, your view obstructed but still managed to match his eyes. 

No words needed to be said, both of you needed the same exact thing and he wasn’t in a mood to tease you, at least not at the moment. His hands worked on his pants, letting them fall to the floor as he stood off of the bed, his boxers following. Your mouth watered, moaning into the pillow at the sight of him. Hard, dripping. His hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly as his thumb brushed against the angry red head. You felt your pussy clench as if trying to draw him in. He was beautiful. He didn’t even look human. No human could be this beautiful. 

As he climbed back onto the bed he wasted no time in positioning himself. He kissed your back, one hand on himself to adjust while the other was on your ass, sinking into the soft flesh. He kissed your back again before speaking into your ear, his voice was rough, deep.

“Remember our promise?” He whispered, his voice strained. Reminding you that you would use the safe word if you needed. You felt his tip slide against you, eager for the final confirmation. You nodded into the pillow, shifting your hips as you grinded against him. He groaned, the hand on your ass getting rougher as he held you still. 

He began to push into you slowly. You felt your body stretch to accommodate him, your moan loud as your body felt like electricity was pulsing through your veins at the feeling. Fuck he always felt so good. So thick, so heavy inside you. Your eyes rolled as he bottomed out his hands gently rubbing your back, your ass, the back of your thighs. He waited a moment, his breath strained as he tried to contain himself. But as he started to thrust it was a lost cause. 

You cried out moaning as he pulled out, thrusting back in. Your body shook as you felt him fuck you, his thrusts started to get faster the louder you moaned as if the sound of your cries edged him on, which was very much the case. You tightened around him, gasping as you felt his hand coming to rub against your clit, his rough thumb brushing the sensitive skin. 

“You sound so beautiful darling. Let me hear how you sound as you cum on my cock.” He purred in his ear. His voice sounded.. Different. Deeper somehow, more primal, needy. It drove you wild. You moaned gasping as you moved your body against him, fucking yourself on his cock while he pressed his thumb against you. You felt the sensation take over your body as Sylus hit that spot inside you that made you cry out and see stars. Your orgasm flowed through you as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, pushing him to the brink as he filled you with his hot cum. 

You caught your breath, your forehead sticky with sweat as you felt your body tremble from the release. Sylus on the other hand, was still inside you. Cock hard, twitching as if he didn't just cum inside you. His hands gripped your hips, his lips moving to your back as he kissed your sweaty skin. You could hear his heart pounding, as fast as ever. 

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetie. That was a warmup.” He said as he started to thrust again, slowly at first. Your body shivered and moaned at the sudden movement, sensitive from your orgasm as he stated to fuck you. You felt his cum inside you, being fucked deeper. You blushed gasping, your head spinning with pleasure. 

As he fucked you, you swore his hands on your hips felt larger. His nails were digging into your skin as if they were talons. Not cutting into you, but more noticeable than before. You gasped, your mouth opening against the pillow, eyes widening as you whimpered. 

“Sylus!” You cried out as you felt your pussy stretch more than before. You felt his cock, which was already big and thick, get even bigger. The girth stretching you out more to the point your legs were shaking. You felt him hit places inside you you didn't even know existed. You felt tears fall from your eyes, sure it hurt a little but god you never felt so good in your life. You felt his tongue lick up your spine, long, thick. His mouth moved to your ear, sharp teeth nipping the skin. You could hear your heart pound. What was he? How did he become… like this? 

“Wow kitten, you took me so well.” Sylus purred. He wasn’t even moving yet and you were a whimpering crying mess. “I bet you love being stretched out on my cock like this, don’t you? I’m not even moving and it feels like you’re about to cum again.” He teased as you felt a rough, larger than normal thumb brush against your clit. “Careful, if you do, you might boost my ego. I could get addicted to this.”

Your head spun as you whimpered and moaned. You couldn’t see him. Even if you tried to turn, he was pressed against your back. But he wasn’t wrong. You were close. So agonizingly close that when he touched his thumb to that damn spot between your legs it was instant. You cried out, clenching around him and he hissed at the feeling. His cock twitched inside you as he felt you cum on his cock from nothing more than just being inside you. Filling you up completely. Stretching you to your limit to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to walk later. 

“Good girl. You’ve been such a good girl for me, haven’t you?” Sylus purred into your ear as he started to move. Your eyes widened as you cried out, hands clawing at the bedsheets as you felt how massive he truly had become now that he started moving. Your legs shook as you struggled to keep yourself propped up on your knees. His hands came to grab your hips as you whimpered and moaned mindlessly into the pillow. His hands felt so big, so strong. He had always been strong but this was different, otherworldly. He held you exactly how and where he wanted you as he began to fuck into you. Your body bounced and shook as if you were a ragdoll. 

“That’s it, sweetie, just like that. You’re a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you. Taking anything I give you, no matter how big. You’ll stretch your tight little pussy for me, won’t you?” Sylus growled in your ear and you gasped, eyes rolling back at his words. You couldn’t control the sounds coming from your lips, or the drool that spilled out onto the silk pillowcase. You couldn’t stop the loud needy whimper at the things he said to you. His nails pressed into your soft flesh as he continued to ravish you. 

His thrusts started to get unsteady as he panted, one hand groping your ass as the other curled into your hair, turning your face for him to kiss you. His long tongue forced its way into your mouth, his teeth were sharper but it felt more like fangs now that you could feel him better. You opened your eyes for a second, catching a glimpse to see that he looked normal. As he pulled away and opened his eyes though, you noticed how both eyes were glowing red. It looked like orbs of the red mist of his Evol flowing inside his eyes. It was beautiful. If you weren’t getting your brains fucked out you would have more time to appreciate it. 

The hand returned between your thighs, drawing circles against your sensitive nub. As he felt you twitch and whimper, his hand continued until he pulled another orgasm out of you. Your scream was muffled by the pillow but the sound made him take in a sharp breath. Even when he was like this, the sounds you made affected him more than you could ever know. You felt as his cock twitched, his thrusted uneven before he came inside you. The feeling was different than before. It was thicker and it felt like there was more than usual. You gasped, moaning as you felt him thrust a few more times, the thick globs of cum running down your thighs. 

Slowly, you felt him begin to pull out. Your body was too weak and tired to turn around and look at him but that was the last thing on your mind right now. You didn’t care what form he took. He was still yours. And you were still his. You felt him shift around you, his arms pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head. The smell of him flooded your senses as a sense of calm you never felt before came over you. 

His hands were so gentle as he carefully checked for marks and scratches. You felt a warm cloth on your thighs. A cold bottle of water pressed to your lips. You opened your mouth and the bottle tipped so gently. His hands were still on you, gently touching and caressing you. As you opened your eyes gently you saw the oh so familiar black and red mist surrounding you. Cleaning you, giving you water. You felt a kiss on the top of your head as Sylus pulled you closer. 

“Relax, kitten. You’ll need to recover. I’ll take care of everything.”

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some people on my post asked to be tagged or really seemed to want this so here u guys go i hope you dont mind the tag

@lunacielooo @in-too-deepspace @sefynarose

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Can’t stop thinking about poly141 who get so wrapped up in their own bullshit they begin to neglect reader. So you leave 🤷🏼‍♀️

It wasn’t a big deal at first. You understood that their jobs were intense to say the least. You own a bookshop, which in itself was exhausting, but you understood how they could get carried away with work.

You had excused the many delayed returned texts or missed FaceTime dates when they were deployed. When they came home, they almost always made it up to you. Showering you with attention and quality time.

But the past two returns home have been… different.

Usually at least one of them made a beeline to your shop or your loft if it was too late in the evening. You always held your breath when it was just one of them.

“They’re okay.” Was the usual answer. “Everyone made it back okay.” It was only then that you could melt into whoever’s hands you were in.

After one of their recent returns home you had voice to Price that you didn’t appreciate several days passing after they came back and no one had bothered to tell you. He had snapped. Arguing that a mission doesn’t finish just because they land back on soil. There was paperwork and debriefing to be done. If and when they wanted to see you they would.

He didn’t apologize until later. Crawling into your bed, using one of the keys you had given them. Blaming the stress. How they had almost lost Johnny for the reason of his outburst. What else could you do but forgive him?

So you had given them space after that one. Not holding it against them to decompress before seeing you.

The next time was the final straw. Solidifying how little they cared about you and how much power you had given them.

Johnny had come in around 7 one evening. He was dressed nicely, for civilian standards. You were reading a book on the couch when he had let himself in. You were wearing on of Simon’s sweatshirts and panties. He took you in for a moment before scooping you up.

He fucked you absolutely stupid. Adamant on having you cum on his tongue, his fingers and his cock. You were only able to bask in the afterglow of him filling you up before he started pulling his pants back on.

“What are you doing?” There were times that you would practically need a crow bar to get Johnny detached from you just long enough to relieve yourself. You had gotten many a UTI courtesy of Mr. John MacTavish.

“Dinner with my family tonight.” He explained by the time he was already buttoning his shirt. “The youngest just graduated and ma’ feels the need to go all out.” Now came the tie. Johnny was actually wearing a tie. To go to dinner. “A fancy dinner in London.” He huffed. “Meanwhile I’m out scufflin’ with bloody fuckin’ terrorists and I get a pat on the back.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before heading out the door. Promising to call you later.

You just sat in your bed. Still naked. Almost in shocked. He had fucked you and just… left. You were close to a panic attack as you called Simon.

Simon wasn’t the one to cuddle and coddle. But there was something so soothing at the sound of his voice or even how his heavy body felt perfect laying on top of you. Yes. Simon wasn’t the time to lift you up with words, but he was your own security blanket. Just having him close helped.

“Can you come over?” It wasn't unusal for Simon to be the one to come later in the evening. Insomnia was a bitch to deal with and you could sleep through the sounds of whatever he played on the tv. Most of the times you were content laying your head on his lap as he ran his hand along your head as if he were petting you. It was a bit cringe, but it knocked you out every time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. The low timber of his voice already calming you.

“Johnny came over.” You sniffled. “He just fucked me and left.”

“Not surprised.” He scoffed. You could almost see him rolling those deep brown eyes of his. “If you wanted to cum, I’m happy to come over and help.”

For whatever reason, that only seemed to make you more upset. “You’re not listening.” You said, trying to spell it out for him. “He left. Like didn’t even stay and cuddle just left. Fucked me and left.”

“That’s why you’re calling me crying about?” He almost seemed… annoyed.

“Yes!” You said, nearly snapping. All of the tension from the last several months coming to the surface. “I’m not just a warm body to keep a bed cozy until you assholes decide you need to get one off.” Assholes. You called them assholes. “This isn’t what we agreed to.”

“Johnny is Johnny.” Simon tried to defend, not really caring to continue the conversation now knowing that you weren't in any sort of physical harm. “He wanted his dick wet and from the sound of it, that’s what he did. Don’t hold it against him because he had other things to do.”

“It’s not just Johnny leaving.” Your throat felt like it was tightening. A telltale sign you were close to crying. Whether from sadness or anger you weren't entirely sure. “The only time any of you want anything to do with me anymore is to fuck.” You missed date nights and lunches. You missed texting any and all of them about your day, about theirs. About new books. You had been trying for months to tell them over dinner one of your books got picked up. Yours was being traditionally published.

None of them had bothered to even try penciling you in.

“You got yours.” You heard the popping of a can top. Simon was settling in for the night. Once he popped a top at home there was no getting him out. He wasn't coming for you. “I don’t understand what you’re bitchin’ to me about. Yeah, in the beginning we indulged ya a bit? Dressed you up, took you out. But you should have known spreadin’ them legs of yours wouldn’t end with one of us puttin’ a ring on your finger.”

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? These were the men that pursued you. Initially, individually, but when tensions became to much they offered a solution. All of them. Four times the attention, of the affection.

Four times the love.

But also four time the neglect. Four times the amount of heartbreak and disappointment. Loving all of them meant putting yourself in a position to let each of them hurt you in their own way and they had.

John's constant state of snapping at you as if you were one of his men.

Johnny swinging by as if you were just a fuck buddy. Not even bothering to give a peck before leaving.

Kyle essentially ignoring you for weeks now. Ghosting you for hours or having to cancel on date nights last minute or claiming that he really did forget that the two of you had planned to meet for lunch.

And now there was Simon. Telling you that all you meant to them was what was between your thighs.

Spreadin' them legs of yours wouldn't end with one of us puttin' a ring on your finger.

None of them ever intended on making this into something more. That much was clear now.

You didn't know what to say to Simon. You couldn't think of a witty retort. You couldn't find the proper insult to whirl his way. You couldn't convey just how much his words had hurt.

So you did the only thing you could.

You hung up.

[tbaluver]

Look At Me- Sanemi x Reader Smut

tags: MDNI, smut, mirror sex, curse words, afab reader!

a/n: i miss my man so i had to write a smut abt him obv

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy! <3

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You've spent a significant amount of time recovering from the injuries sustained during your last mission. The battle was intense, and a final strike against a demon had left you unconscious and in a coma for weeks. As a result, you missed the recent Hashira meeting and relied on updates from your crow and Shinobu for information. You learned that a couple of the Hashira's have been assigned to train Corps members and you also volunteered to help assist in the training once you're back on your feet. Before you dive into your new responsibilities, your determined to visit your lover.

As you walked entered his estate, your gaze is drawn to the chaotic scene before you.

"You're fucking pathetic! Are you even trying to train or are you just looking for a way to get yourself killed?" Sanemi didn't hold back with the trainees.

They were all drenched in sweat and breathless. Each one bore a mark of intense effort whether it was dirt-smeared faces, ragged clothing, or just exhaustion etched into their expression. He moved among them like a storm, not giving them a second to even react and knocking them down.

Sanemi scans the training grounds, noting that all the Corps members have collapsed from exhaustion. His gaze finally settles on you. For a brief moment, the harshness in his eyes softened.

"Alright you guys can have a break." You can hear the Corps members sigh in relief.

"But I better not see you guys get fucking comfortable. We're using real swords by the time I'm back."

It had been some time since you last saw him in person. Your only communication at long distance had been through messages sent by your crows, until the day you were struck down and fell into a coma. Shinobu had informed you that he had visited often, staying for hours in hopes of seeing you wake up. But however his visits became less due to the surge in demon attacks in many towns and he was here to help train Corps members.

He guides you to the farthest room in his estate and you follow, closing the door and locking it behind you. He takes you into his embrace before gently pecking your lips. You kiss him as you throw your arms over his shoulders and leave them there as your lips continue to kiss him. He kisses you back in the same hungry manner, lost in the soft plushness of your lips not daring to pull away. You let go as he guides you to the vanity in the room. He faces you to the mirror as his chest presses against your back.

"Look at you. Still as beautiful last time I saw ya." He whispers, his chin resting on your shoulder. One hand is wrapped around your waist while the other goes down, slowly reaching your thigh.

"I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much too. I need you baby." He whispers into your ear as you bite your lip so you can keep your voice steady. He looks at you in the mirror and lets his hands run up and down the sides of your waist. He presses soft kisses to your neck and bends you forward, your hands resting against the vanity.

"So pretty for me baby." He slips a finger into you and you squeeze your eyes shut. He pulls his fingers out, "Eyes open for me, if you close them, I'll stop." You flutter your eyes open again and he slips another finger back inside of you. He starts pumping it slowly as you shiver, letting out a choke moan. He pulls his fingers out and presses the tip of his cock to your entrance.

The feverish drag of his cock and hands that gripped your hips made it hard to focus on anything besides that way he made you feel. He grunts into your ear, arm wrapping around you chest to pull your back against his chest, "Just look at how beautiful you're taking my cock."

You whine in response, taking in the sight of the mirror. "Keep looking baby. Want you to see how good you make me feel."

A louder moan rips from your throat when his fingers toy with your clit. Flicking it over it and pressing deliberate circles as your rock back against him, keeping your eyes locked on the way he looked in the mirror.

Jaw clenched as his hips move forward again and again. Your gaze lowers down to where your bodies connect, his thick cock in you, stretching you out.

"Sanemi-" You whimpered, the bubbling pleasure in the pit of your stomach becoming too much as you reached your hand back to tangle his hair. "s'good...." It was almost a moan-ish sob as your other fingers dug into his clothed thighs, his moans vibrating against your back.

"Gonna cum in your pretty cunt." He cups your breast with his free hand as his fingers continued to work at your clit. Your body tenses and legs quivered when his bulbous tip fucks into the rough patch at the back of your cunt. His mouth leaving sloppy kisses along your shoulder as you rocked your hips back with every snap of his hips.

"M'gonna come-" You open your mouth to answer but instead a series of gasped out moans and whines as he falls forward. His hands placed firmly beside yours as his pace went to a rough grind against the swell of your ass. Swollen head pressed tight to a sweet spot that always had your eyes rolling back. You chanted his name as he coats your walls in white.

His hips moved at a languid rhythm, carefully riding the aftershocks that sparked in both of you. He places another kiss on your shoulder, "Stay here. I'm gonna kick out those idiots. I'm not done here with you just yet."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi! I love your fics!

Can you do a Snobby!Rich!M!Reader x Jason Todd where Jason sees the reader at one of Bruce’s gala, boasting about how rich he (his dad) is. Jason thinks nothing of it at first until the reader starts coming up to Jason and bragging about how much richer he is etc. Eventually, Jason gets so fed up he takes the reader to his room where he fucks the shit out of the reader until the reader is begging and whining. Kinda like brat taming.

Jason Todd x Snobby Rich Male Reader

ficlet

Might have made the reader kind of an airhead, on accident. Hes also got some muscle, but in the “I only have muscles to look good” typa way.

Trying to stretch the writers muscle, since writers block has had me in a violent chokehold for weeks now. Not proof read for this reason, and because i have a major headache.

Jason rarely attended the various galas Bruce, or rather the Wayne name or Wayne enterprises, threw. He had only been dragged along because of a bet he had lost during their last patrol, meaning he had no choice but to go, since none of the others wanted to go to this specific gala. New investors were invited, which meant new money, which meant snobbier than usual rich folk.

It wasn’t hard to see you were new money when you arrived, from the way you carried yourself to the way you dressed. You didn’t stand out much amongst the rest of the new money folk, in expensive brands that cared more about the name than the actual design. But compared to the usual old money that normally attended Wayne galas, you stood out like a sore thumb. The way you were bragging didn’t help either, though, everyone seemed to be bragging, like some kind of measuring contest.

It only became a problem when you started bragging to him. You didn’t even seem to care that he was a Wayne, and definitely much richer than you. He found himself indulging your rambling and peacocking in the beginning, it wasn’t Jasons fault his type were cocky little brats who thought they were untouchable.

The way you fluttered around, chest puffed out, hand on your cocked hip as your lip pouted in a way that made Jason want to bite it. As you grew more tipsy your bragging went from cute to obnoxious, making a heady annoyance start brimming under his skin.

Jason felt what little patience he had left snap when you were so obnoxious as to pull up your Gucci shirt, your lips in such a cocky grin as you showed him the red diamond piercings in your nipples. Seeing the red against your flushed skin made his jaws clench, and before your next brag and boast could sputter out of you, Jasons large hand closed around your bicep and pulled you his way.

You stumbled as Jason lugged you up the many stairs inside the manor, up to the upper floors that were never open during galas, down the hallways and in through a door. There wasn’t much time for you to look around, or comment about the poor looking design, before Jason was upon you like a starved wolf upon a rabbit.

His lips were dry, and this close you could feel the scars carved against them. The noise that left you was borderline pathetic as his tongue slid between your lips, the thick muscle dragging against the roof of your mouth, before Jason truly started devouring you. Grasping uselessly at his suit jacket, you felt so unsure on your feet and dizzy, like you were about to collapse against him.

A sharp gasp tumbled out of you as Jason picked you up, his strong arms flexing like you weighed nothing. It clicked somewhere in the back of your mind that those muscles of his weren’t just for show. Not like you who only worked out and ate well to have the appearance the masses only dreamed of. As you were lost in your thoughts Jason threw you down on the bed, his strong hands grasping at your shirt and jacket, ripping the fabric down the middle, resulting in you whining and crowing in the way only a spoiled rich person could.

The breath that he huffed out was sharp and short, his green eyes flicking up to meet yours, so much intensity in them that you felt your spine straighten. “Ill buy you something better” he grunted as he ripped your pants and boxers, shredding the fugly fabric and throwing the strips off to the side like useless trash.

It was habit at this point that had you whining and complaining, even going as far as to roll onto your front and kicking your legs in a pitiful way, complaining the entire time about him not respecting you or your things, and how he was just some dumb musclehead that didn’t know anything.

Jason didn’t even have the energy to act like he was listening, watching as the muscles of your back flex and pull. There was no true definition for your build, no muscles built from hard work or a rough life, like you were some kinda kendoll with the perfect muscle to fat ratio and specialized trainers. But it did give you an amazing ass, round and perky, the sight of it making Jason drool with the need to taste.

Your next protest was completely cut off as Jasons rough scarred hands grabbed your cheeks, spreading them just far enough for him to bury his mouth between them. A high-pitched squeak that melted into a watery whine rang from you, as Jasons broad wet tongue buried itself in your hole. Burying your face into one of his pillows, you tried to silence the embarrassing noises, eyes prickling with unshed tears as Jason’s hand snuck under your hips to fondle your weeping hardness.

Jason pulled back with a wet slurp, his lips and chin covered in drool as he glanced up over the expanse of your back, seeing the way your head was ducked down and hiding. “I thought you were whining, come on, tell me how much you hate it” he purred, voice deep and hot, making your insides clench as it felt like honey running down your spine.

You lift your face enough to stutter out a few half thought out protests and fussy words, none of them actually making much sense. Behind you Jason smirked, knowing what little brain you had was struggling hard to piece together your usual bravado, which also allowed him to coat his fingers in lube and warm it up enough to not be too uncomfortable.

Once again, your words were cut off as Jasons slicked fingers slid inside you, Jason crawling up enough to rest against your back. He was much bulkier than you were, his scarred torso pressed against your own blemish free back, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.

There were a few attempts to insult him, but the way Jason seemed to have expertly found your prostate, and how he kept rubbing against it, you found it very hard to form your lips to muster up any meaningful words. It all felt like too much, everything was too hot, too slick, too stimulating but also not enough, and Jason only seemed to enjoy your reactions more and more.

Through it all Jason made sure to press kisses against your shoulders and neck, the dirtiest but most delicious words mumbled into your ear, as his fingers twisted and turned in ways that had you tearing up. You didn’t even notice how he added more fingers, until Jason finally withdrew them completely and he sat back on his haunches.

It took more brainpower than you had at the moment to peek over your shoulder, your eyes shooting wide at his overly scarred torso, but also the weapon he was rolling a condom down onto. As if sensing your thoughts Jason crawled back on top of you, rubbing himself against you as he reassured you that it would fit, you just had to be good.

The comment about your behavior made you sour, scrunching up your brows and sticking out your lip in a pout. Instead of scolding you, Jason just hooked an arm around your upper torso, turning you enough to kiss you, just to distract you enough to keep you loose and pliant for him to slide inside. The stretch had you whining, but it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as you thought it would, and soon Jason was seated fully inside.

It had never been Jason’s plan to go easy on you, but he gave you enough time to adjust before he started moving, drawing back before pushing back in with a strong thrust of his hips. Like his fingers Jason seemed way too skilled at finding your prostate, which made your arms give out and sending you crashing back into the mattress as his hips shoved against your own.

His tone was almost taunting as Jason lifted you up by the grip he had around your torso, his voice thick and mocking in a hot and fluid way, reminding you to breathe. It was only then that you realized you had been holding your breath, the air fucked right out of your lungs every time he shoved into you, and his fast and deep pace gave you no time to gasp air back into your lungs.

Tears blurred your vision as you panted and almost drooled, hands clawing and grasping at the sheets. You were sure you must of cum at least once, if not twice, but Jason gave you no time to bask in it or fully register it before the next jab against your prostate had you reeling.

The noises that left you might have been begs and pleas, for him to go harder, faster, for more, but you couldn’t have been sure. At some point Jason even started praising you, making sure to speak right into your ear, telling you just how good you were taking it, and wasn’t it just so much nicer to not be such a brat? A warbly whine left you in response, a full body shudder crashing through you, as you tumbled over the edge for what must have been the third time.

Jason seemed to finally have met his own end, a deep guttural groan ringing from his chest as you bottomed out, his eyes clenched and brows furrowed as he spilled into the rubber around his length. Part of him regretted not just taking you raw, but there was always next time.

You must have fallen asleep or passed out, as you were clean and in a pair of boxers when you next came too. You were even laying against Jason’s chest, one of his strong arms wrapped around your back to keep you pressed against him, ear against his pec, his heartbeat strong and even. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your head, Jason muttering for you to go back to sleep.

And who were you to protest. Normally you would have started a fuss just because he thought he could order you around, but the way a deep satisfying exhaustion hung over you was enough to keep you quiet and compliant, for now. As you slumped back against him Jason just chuckled slightly, flipping to the next page in the book he was reading, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. Maybe you weren’t so bad as he had thought, Jason didn’t even mind your snooty attitude, since he gave him an excuse to tame the brat right out of you.

[zorosimpclub]

against the mirror – Zoro NSFW

characters: zoro roronoa x fem!reader

praising & degrading | smut | 18+ only – MDNI

word count: 4k

She sighed for the umpteenth time today, sometimes it was really boring on the sea. Sure it was her life dream to be on the grand line but at what cost? Y/N groaned, hoping something would just help her feel less bored.

After what seems like million years, she decided to climb up to the crow’s nest in hopes she’d see Zoro - the man was cold and rude but she couldn’t help but be charmed by him.

Pulling herself up, she goes inside only to find him exercising vigorously. A blush crept on her cheeks at the sight before her. No matter how many times she’d seen him workout, something about it was just so attractive. Maybe it was the grunts he made whilst lifting his weights?

“Hey Zoro.”

He glanced at her and quickly looked away, eyes darting around the place. It was just plain awkward for him, he didn’t like the feeling of being watched. His nose flared up and he glared at her..

“What do you want.”

He spoke, his voice was rude and cold, he didn’t enjoy small talk and he was more interested in working out rather than small talking with her.

“Why do you have to be so rude?” She replied blankly before making her way to the smaller weights. She wasn’t planning on working out but it felt like she needed an excuse to be up here with him. Gosh, she was such a simp she thought. She couldn’t help it though, the man was practically crafted by the heavens themselves. Why was he so muscular in all the right places? His cold attitude was also something that she couldn’t help but be attracted to… what was wrong with her?

“I don’t have time for small talk and pointless gossip that will go nowhere.”

He spoke again before glaring at her. He hated it when people just popped up for no reason, he had his own way of life. Though his eyes followed her, as she grabbed onto the weights. He was thinking things that weren’t so appropriate, his gaze drifted on her before looking away, he didn’t want her to think he was weird.

“Yeah? You always think you’re better than the rest of us don’t you?” She rolled her eyes and started doing squats with the weights in her hands, slowly feeling the burn.

He was about to snap back, but he didn’t. He noticed her starting to squat, he watched her thighs flex and contract as she did so. He was caught in a trance, a trance he didn’t want to be in, he hated getting caught in moments like these where he’s just mesmerised by her thighs.

She cocked her head back to look at him, wondering why he hadn't said anything back. They usually had a heated back and forth for some reason, it's not that she couldn't stand him, it's that she had to be mean to him otherwise she'd end up ruining their so called friendship by acting on her desires. It was just easier to be annoying.

"What are you looking at?" She raised a brow in amusement, she wasn't an idiot. She knew he was checking her out.

He coughed a bit, her thighs- her thighs just- they were- he looked away for a moment before he replied.

“Your form is off.”

He spoke, his voice was raspy and his cheeks were so flushed. His eyes were fixated on her legs, he couldn’t look away. She was just so thick…especially from her squatting. He tried to pull his eyes away to no avail.

She smirked a little at his weak excuse but didn't call him out on it, it was fun watching him writhe in awkwardness. "Yeah? Why don't you show me how to do it properly then?”

He cleared his throat and got up from the bench, walking up to her.

“Fine, turn around and stand in front of me.”

He spoke, his voice was smooth and quiet. His gaze landed on her ass as she turned around, he caught himself and cursed under his breath.

She eyed him curiously and shrugged, what is the worst that could happen? If she was lucky, she might feel his touch every now and then. Standing up straight, she pressed her back against him.

He leaned in close, his breath hitting her neck causing her body warm up at his non existent touch. He moved quickly, his arms wrapping around her waist and pushing her down slightly with the weight.

“Spread your legs out a bit more, your knees are too close together..”

He explained, his voice was calm but tone he spoke in sent shocks down her spine.

“L-like this?” She couldn’t help but feel nervous but excited at his closeness, this wasn’t usual for them. Sure when they sparred, they’d get in each other’s faces but it was never like this.

He nodded, his warmth coming back as she adjusted. His voice was soft and gentle now, it was the first time she’d seen him like this. Why did he have to act so distant yet so hot? His face was now by her side, slightly tilted as he watched her in the mirror in front of them.

Before he spoke, his hand slid down her thighs, gaze never leaving her as he kept pushing her down with extra strength.

“That’s right…now lift up slowly.”

She stared back shyly at him in the mirror, eyes locked in as she followed his instructions.

This was new to him and it showed, he had never been this close to her before, never had she listened to him this way. She was obedient and didn’t say a word, he noticed this and couldn’t help but notice how good she looked.

“Good girl…”

Was all he could say, his hand slowly slid up towards her hips. He looked towards the mirror and saw how good she looked, his voice sounded deeper and more…seductive?

She gasped a little at his praise. That seemed out of character for him, she had only ever heard him hurl insults at her, granted she did the same to him but this was different, hearing him praise her wanted her to be more obedient, she wanted more.

He noticed her gasping, his voice was almost a whisper now, he leaned in closer, making sure she could catch on to his words. He was glad she was following his every command, he got closer to her ear and his breath brushed against her, the heat almost felt real..He had to suppress his urges for her.

“…Now bring it back down.”

He spoke softly, his words were warm and inviting, he was glad she was following his every command so obediently.

She blushed deeper and did what she was told, grazing her ass against his crotch very lightly. Hey, you couldn’t fault the girl for trying, it was clear that he was attracted to her by this point. If he didn’t want to do anything, he could just move away she thought.

His breath caught in his throat when she grazed herself against his crotch, that sensation, the sensation of her curves against him was so good he didn’t want her to lift up just yet. Though he didn’t say anything, instead he spoke again, his voice sounded raspy and slightly panting.

“Good girl…now put it down-“

He tried to say, the way she felt against him was so…good. He wanted to praise her over and over again.

She bent over and put the weights down slowly, making sure to take her time in doing so.

He inhaled sharply as he saw her bending over, his breath hitched up, his body and face flushed up. His gaze followed her, her hair fell down to her back and her well-toned ass was on display.

“Are you okay, your breathing is all over the place. Didn’t know your stamina was so low.” She grinned slightly, feeling a bit victorious at how she made him feel.

His breath quickened a bit as he shot her a glare, his cheeks slightly flared up pink.

“Shut up, I’m fine, I just haven’t-“

He paused, he stopped talking, he wasn’t going to tell her that she made him extremely nervous or that he liked just having her near him. His breathing and heart was still all over the place, he was so irritated to be like this. When did he become so soft and unconfident, and in front of her of all people.

“Haven’t what?” She clicked her tongue and as if on cue, her grin widened. After all it wasn’t everyday that the swordsman blushed like this.

She really was a pain in the ass. She wasn’t going to let it slide. He was getting annoyed but he didn’t want to show it, he knew he looked like an idiot if he lost his cool in front of her, what difference would he have to the lovesick cook if he gave into his urges? Though he had to admit the sight of her grinning was somewhat…cute?

“I said nothing, so shut up.”

She sighed and looked defeated. This man was stubborn, she knew her attempt for any progress in their situation would be futile but showing interest and then barking at her to shut up was worse somehow.

“Alright.” She pursed her lips and grabbed her towel to wipe her sweat off before getting ready to leave.

He huffed, feeling a surge of guilt hit him. Why did he act like this, he was acting like complete dick to her. He just didn’t want to seem weak in front of her, yet he already did. Why did he act like this…? He didn’t want to lose an obvious opportunity to get close to her.

“Stay, we aren’t finished.”

He spoke sternly, she looked like she was about to leave and he didn’t want her to do that without him being able to make it better.

She raised her brow and shot him an incredulous look, “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat and thought of a lie, he had to say something…anything to make her stay, or else she will take this the wrong way.

“Your form was way off earlier, it was sloppy… so I wanted you to stay a little longer so we can fix the mistake. It’s important that you don’t hurt yourself when you’re training.”

He spoke softly, his lips were twitching and he couldn’t look her in the eyes. He was hoping she didn’t see past it and stayed.

She looked away from him and nodded, “Fine if I must.”

Zoro watched as she turned back around, his eyes scanning her body and his mind racing. She was beautiful, even with the sweat and fatigue, she still managed to look stunning.

She rolled her eyes and walked back in front of the mirror before picking up the weights and started squatting again.

He observed her movements closely, trying to find flaws in her form. His heart raced as he noticed how well she managed to hide her irritation or annoyance towards him.

“Well? Any pointers?”

"Hmm," he hummed, focusing on her form. "You're leaning too much on your right leg. Try to distribute your weight evenly between both legs." He took a deep breath, trying to maintain the cold demeanor he'd adopted earlier.

He hesitated for a moment, knowing that if he stepped closer, their bodies would be even closer. Finally, he moved behind her, placing his hands gently on her hips to adjust her stance. His touch was firm yet gentle, causing her heart rate to increase slightly.

She glanced at his reflection in the mirror, he looked extremely attractive. His muscles were toned and there was still sweat glistening his skin from whatever previous workout he did.

As she felt his touch, Zoro could sense her warmth seeping through his skin. He tried to focus on her squat, not allowing himself to be distracted by the way she made him feel. "There," he said, correcting her stance. "Now try again."

She squatted again after what seemed like eternity, “Like this?”

His eyes flickered towards her ass before quickly snapping back to her face. "Yes, that's better," he said, trying to regain his composure. "Now maintain this position while lifting weights."

“Alright..” she bent over to pick up the weights and shot him a look.

Zoro swallowed hard as he watched her bend over, her breasts practically spilling out of her top. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the weights she was about to lift.

She squatted again, this time with the weights.

Zoro watched as she lifted the weights, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn’t help but be impressed by her strength and determination. His eyes were drawn to her ass once more, and he couldn't resist any longer. ‘Fuck it’ he thought before he stepped closer, his hardened member pressing against her lower back.

"You're doing great," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Just a bit more."

She gasped slightly, feeling him harden against her and did another rep. Zoro's breath caught in his throat as she lifted the weights. He couldn't believe how aroused he was, but he forced himself to keep going.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "You're so close."

She felt the tension course through the room by the second, her body heating up with his touch. She could feel his cock twitch in anticipation as she did another rep, it awakened something in her. Zoro, the man she had had an enormous crush on is reacting to her body. Unbeknownst to her, she let out a soft moan thinking about how he would put her in her place.

“One more," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips slightly. "You're almost there." As she lifted the weights for the last time, he could feel her body trembling slightly against him. He couldn't hold back any longer.

He had good self control but after hearing her moan like that, he needed to have her. Feeling confident, Zoro snaked his hand around her waist and rubbed her inner thigh.

"Zoro..." she moaned as his hand brushed against her inner thigh. She couldn't believe it, he just crossed a line but she didn't care.

“Ah..." She let out a soft whimper as his fingers dipped into her shorts and traced her folds. She was beyond wet for him, her body begging for his touch.

“Did I tell you you could stop?” he commanded as he gently circled her clit with his rough fingers.

She continued to weakly squat as he touched her so sensually. She couldn’t concentrate, the sight in front of her was too hot, them in front of a mirror, him attending to her pussy. Never did she think that they’d be in this position.

"F-four..." she stuttered out, her voice trembling as his fingers continued to tease her sensitive folds. The pleasure was too much for her to bear; she couldn't focus on her reps anymore.

He chuckled and slipped in a finger, pumping it in and out slowly. She moaned again, this time a little louder.

Her moan filled the room, her body arching into his touch. "Zoro..." She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing even wetter for him.

“Good girl, moan for me.” She dropped the weights and leaned forwards against the mirrored wall.

Zoro grinned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her lose control. He picked up the pace, his fingers finding her G-spot with each thrust.

"M-more!" she gasped out, her voice shaky with need. She felt like she was on the clouds, how did just finger make her feel this way? This had to be a dream she felt.

As if he was reading hear mind, he spoke “Your dreams are about to get a lot more real," he growled, pulling his fingers out of her soaking wet panties. "Get on your knees." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She gasped at the sudden command, she didn’t know why but it awoke something in her - her want to pleasure him and obey all of his commands.

With shaky knees, she complied, kneeling down before him. Her heart was racing, and her breathing was ragged. All she could think about was the way he made her feel.

“You’re such a good girl, look at you being so obedient. Open your mouth for me sweetheart.” He lifted her chin to meet her gaze. She opened her mouth, feeling an odd mixture of arousal and nervousness. His dominant gaze held hers, making her body feel hot all over.

"You're so beautiful when you submit," he whispered huskily before leaning down to press his lips gently against hers.

His hand slid to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down and freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, and she took it with eager anticipation, slowly running her tongue along the shaft as she lowered her head to take him deeper into her throat. She closed her eyes as she savoured the way he tasted and the little grunts that filled the room. Hearing him react to her touch only turned her on further.

“A-ahhh fuck…” he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her throat. His hips bucked forward, thrusting into her mouth as he lost control, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.

She glanced to the side to look at the mirror and moans softly when she saw the state they were in. It was undeniably hot the way her mouth was moving in sync to his thrusts. Feeling himself at his edge, he yanked her head away from him cock. She looked up at him a little puzzled and disappointed that she didn’t get to swallow him cum.

Zoro groaned, his eyes locked onto hers as he pulled her off him. "You're so fucking good at that," he panted, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. "But I want to feel you wrapped around me."

With a smirk, Zoro laid down and guided her hands back to his cock, showing her the position he wanted them to be in.

"Slide down, take me deep inside," he instructed, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you squeezing me tight."

She bit her bottom lip and slid down onto his cock, he was huge.

The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, stretching her tightly. "Fuck... so tight," he groaned, his hands finding their way to her hips.

"Ride me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want it."

Feeling her body tighten and quiver around him, Zoro lost control. He thrust upwards, watching as her breasts bounced with each movement.

"Fuck! You feel so fucking good!" he growled, his hips rolling to meet her every move.

Feeling her own orgasm approach she rode him faster only for him to grip onto her waist to stop her. “W-what…?”

He grinned before speaking, “As much as I’d love to shoot my load in you right away, I want to see you get fucked against the mirror. See, I want to see your slutty little face as I take you from behind yeah?”

She bit her bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat between her legs as she thought about it. Unable to resist any longer, she nodded, excitement coursing through her body. "Alright," she whispered, watching as he moved to get into position behind her. "Do it."

“Ah ah, stand against the mirror and spread your legs further apart.”

“Yes, sir," she said, doing as he commanded. Her heart was racing, and her breathing was ragged. She could feel every inch of him as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Good girl.” He praised before stroking her hair gently.

Zoro took a deep breath and pushed forward, filling her up. She let out a long moan as she felt him stretching her tightly. "Oh god, Zoro… so big…"

"I'm going to fuck you hard against the mirror and you’re going to watch as I do, okay?" he growled, his hips grinding against her ass.

He began to pick up speed, slamming into her with brutal force. The mirror rattled with each powerful thrust as he claimed her body. Her nails scraped against the surface as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own. Her breasts slapped against the mirror with every movement, leaving behind a sultry rhythm of moans and grunts. "Fuck, Zoro!"

“That’s it sweetheart, you’re taking me so well aren’t you?”

Her orgasm built rapidly, waves of pleasure coursing through her body as he continued to pound into her. "I'm close, Zoro! Please don't stop!"

“Look how pretty you look when you’re fucking yourself against my cock.” He gripped her chin and forced her to look in the mirror as he pounded away at her now sore pussy.

Her eyes locked on their reflected image; she could see the desire and lust in his eyes as he claimed her against the mirror. It was intoxicating. She screamed his name as her body shuddered under the force of her climax. "Zoro! I'm cumming!"

Feeling her tighten around him, Zoro let out a primal roar and followed her over the edge. His hips bucked wildly, driving deeper into her as he filled her with his hot seed. “F-Fuck…y/n!”

Her body quaked under the force of their shared release, her muscles clenching around him. As the intensity subsided, they both panted heavily, their bodies still connected by the mirror.

“Hn…” she mumbled, feeling exhausted. He shushed her softly and kissed the top of her head as he slid out,  laying down whilst gently pulling her on top of his chest.

“Zoro…" she murmured, snuggling into his chest. Her heart was still racing, but she felt a strange sense of contentment. They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound in the room being their steady breathing.

His lips twitched into a small smile as he stroked her hair, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“I think your smile is so precious.” she continued, smiling back at him.

He cupped her face gently, tracing his thumb across her lips. "I never thought I'd see you like this. It's...beautiful."

She blushed and looked at him through her eyelashes, feeling extremely shy. “Me too…I’ve liked you for so long…”

“Shh," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "It's okay. I like you too." He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close. "We're together now."

She let out a soft chuckle and playfully slapped his chest “At least ask me nicely.”

He smirked captured her lips in a kiss, “Be mine, brat?”

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Here's my 2nd fanfic! Hope you enjoyed it, thank you so much for all of your kind words and interactions with my previous fic, it was so nice and motivating seeing that! As always, feel free to request a Zoro fic! :3 <3

[chobani-flip]

@bucktommypositivityweek

prompt: what they love most about each other (yeah, idk... i just realised that this was happening like an hour ago? i was wondering why so many fics had a similar theme today... oh well... im not sure what this is, but it definitely is. enjoy?)

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so there's this line that buck heard at a wedding once. it was while he was working as a bartender in peru, and this american couple who'd met in the bar he worked at during his shift decided to get married there.

and Sex-on-the-Beach-Easy-On-The-Cranberry-Juice said to Dark-And-Stormy: "how do i love thee, let me count the ways"

which made buck look up from where he'd been mixing up a margarita because: thee? really? but then Sex-on-the-Beach-Easy-On-The-Cranberry-Juice went on to list a truly ridiculous list of attributes which made buck sigh a little wistfully and wonder what it was like to have someone to love like that.

(who'd love you back)

he thought he'd found it with abby, but well...

and with taylor he sometimes lay awake at night rolling the words over on his tongue like bobby taught him you should do with wine, to actually have a chance at tasting some of the insane things the labels promise. but back then how do i love thee, let me count the ways always left a vague fuzziness all over his mouth, all grippy tannin.

(they weren't right for each other, buck knew that now. maybe they could have worked if they'd met sooner, or later, but not then.)

"evan?"

"hmmm?"

"the seatbelt?"

oh. slowly, buck blinked at tommy through the warm cabin light. he'd had just the mai tai at the bar, but it'd been a while since he'd had anything besides an occassional beer and he could feel the alcohol hitting him more than usual.

it made the interior of tommy's car blur just a little as he turned his head to reach for the seatbelt. it made him grin wide and stupid into tommy's lovely face as he smiled his crow's feet smile with his eyes and turned the key in the ignition.

a single sure turn of the wrist. buck loved tommy's hands. big. wide. and big. and the bone, the one that stuck out a little at the wrist. the one that hen smacked him for laughing at it for the hundredth time when he was helping her learn anatomy with flashcards. pisiform bone. buck loved it too.

"you ok?" "i like your hands"

they didn't speak at once, but tommy had barely finished his question when buck began his confession so it was very nearly the same thing. tommy threw his own hand a slightly bemused look before reaching for the gearshift and changing gear.

because tommy drove manual. buck loved to watch the muscles of his legs contract and release in perfect synchronicity as he released the clutch and stepped on the gas.

he wore jeans tonight for their meet-up with hen and karen. buck loved how they fit around his thighs, made him kinda wanna bite them.

and then move up and taste his hipbones again, and bury his nose in the hair at the base of tommy's cock and suck at the sensitive skin of his balls and-

"evan, you know i love to hear you talk but i really need you to shut up now. im glad you like how tight my jeans are but they're really fucking tight."

buck blinked a little faster at being brought back from his daydream, licked his dry lips and realized the sudden absence of sound vibrating his vocal cords.

huh.

tommy was throwing him little looks in between checking the side mirrors, smiling, maybe a little bit in disbelief. buck loved the way his upper lip grew thinner the wider he smiled. he also loved to bite on the fuller bottom lip.

how do i love thee, let me count the ways

buck bit his own lip to keep from grinning and, with the aftertaste of rum and sugar smooth at the back of his throat, went on with his list.

[kayesfanfics]

wsppp 😋😋

Do you think Adrian tepes, Trevor, or hector would date a fem witch, ghost or werewolf ? If they would date a werewolf girl, how do you think they would deal with her shifting? It’s supposably painful bc the bones are breaking then fixing themselves in a new form😭 do you think the ghost gf would sometimes have self image issues cause she isn’t really there(transparent) witch gf would be really cute esp if she has a familiar like a black cat or crow (really basic ik) omg and she like has her familiar deliver letters to her lover when they are away 🥹 or she tries to like show her lover how to make potions and he ends up growing plants or a small explosion 😭😭 imagine he makes smth right and he’s bragging but then it blows up into his face 😹😹

I always see people write for vamps but I think it would be cool to include other monsters yk. I have so many ideas but idk how to write 😔😔

Hope ur doing well! -🌙

A/N: I added Isaac as well, but THIS WAS SUCH A FUN PROMPT AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO DAMN LONG. But I love exploring other monsters, it’s so fun-

Trevor Belmont x Witch! Reader

His knowledge on magic is limited, but not unheard of. He understands the kind of magic Sypha uses, but yours isn’t quite like it. Your type of magic uses alchemy, black magic, the “devils work”. You’ve been cast out and targeted for practicing such things, but you continued to practice witchcraft despite the attempts on your life. Trevor had actually seen you being hauled off to a jail roughly before saving you, recognizing you as a healer around this town

After saving you, he asked for a your witchcraft services to help heal a rather nasty wound he had received, so you took him to your house, where your familiar, a beautiful crow, was awaiting your return. He cawed at your and flew over to land on your shoulder, before cocking his head curiously at the large man behind you

“He’s a customer, my dear! Be hospitable!” You teased, before guiding Trevor over to a room that contained all of your supplies and books. You put together a salve for him, and offered to put it on his wounds for him, to which he accepted and casually began to undress until he was shirtless. You stared at him with a blush on your face for a moment, until he grinned and teased you saying “My eyes are up here, love~”

You allowed him to stay with you for a few nights, which slowly blossomed into some sort of a romantic and physical relationship. When he had to leave to go kill some vampires he’d been hired to get rid of, you’d send him off with healing herbs he’d need to recreate the first salve you made for him. You’d send your familiar out to track him with magic and send him letters or extra supplies, and he’d always send some cheeky note back to you that made you giggle and kick your feet

He definitely tries to help you with your potions and powders, getting supplies or tools for you when you asked. One time he successfully recreated a potion, that is until he got cocky and knocked over another vial into the potion, causing it to explode and blow up into his face, ruining his hair and leaving his face scorched, which made you laugh so hard you nearly pissed yourself as he sarcastically laughed along with you

Adrian Tepes x Ghost! Reader

You often times didn’t feel real and felt like your existence was useless and didn’t have a purpose, that is until you met a beautiful man with pale skin and pale blonde hair, with beautiful golden eyes and sharp fangs. He was mesmerizing and intelligent despite his age, and the two of you formed a relationship, which was soon crumbled by his father injuring him so badly he had to lock himself in a coffin to rest and heal. You haunted the place he had put himself to recover from his fathers attack, and took it upon yourself to watch over him and guard his tomb

After joining Trevor and Sypha on the journey to kill Dracula, you went with them and used your own abilities to help fight. Luckily nothing could kill you again, so you were able to fight by becoming fully invisible, making yourself solid then phase through creatures. Sypha asked you many questions on the journey about you and what it’s like being a ghost, Adrian smiling fondly as the two of you chatted excitedly, as he hadn’t seen you have a friend before

Whenever your self doubts and insecurities about your existence plagued you, he was always there to assure you that you were indeed real. You didn’t have a grave or body to visit as your body had been burned and cremated as to not start a plague, but you had a whole life before him you could tell him about. He’d be able to touch you and feel you were real, kiss you on the forehead to show you you were real

You too didn’t need as much sleep as he did, being dead and all. So you both often roamed the castle together and continued to clean and upkeep it together, rather than restlessly lying in a bed all night. The two of you would have intelligent conversations about philosophy, the science his mother studied, history, things of that sort to get you through sleepless nights. Lying in bed together cuddling while conversing, his hand rubbing your back as you rested your head on his chest

Hector x Werewolf! Reader

As an expert on creatures of the night, he wasn’t phased slightly when he heard Master Dracula had recruited a werewolf into his Court. Despite being half human, you were never treated as one, only being treated like a dog by your fellow species. So you instead took revenge by ripping apart those who hurt you, and Dracula had met you years ago similar to how he met Hector and Isaac, but was recruited last due to your hiding out in secrecy from everybody, you were difficult to track down even for Dracula

When you arrived, you appeared as a regular human, but the vampires could sense you were anything but. You bowed to Dracula and thanked him for the opportunity to help his cause, before he told you to begin planning with the other generals. After speaking with the vampires, you decided to learn about the humans, as you were curious why they would help kill their own kind as well. You started with the silver haired man, and bonded over your shared mistreatment by humans, and he was curious about your more wolf form. You smiled and told him he’d have to wait for that, making sure he’d have something to come back to you for, as you grew fond of the shy and straight to the point man

When he finally got to see it, he watched in borderline horror as you howled in pain from the transformation, hearing your bones snap and crack into new places as you transformed into a large, furry monster. But Hector wasn’t truly afraid of you, just of the pain he heard you in, and he gently approached you and rested a hand on your forehead as he did his night creatures to comfort and calm them through their own transformations. You shut your eyes and leaned into his touch, waiting the transformation out together until it was complete, and you could stand at your new full height, well above him. He’d only look at you with fascination rather than fear or hatred like everyone else did

Isaac x Gorgon! Reader

He is clearly not disturbed or taken aback by monsters of any kind, he’d face one with a stoic face and calm demeanor. You came to Dracula one night after being driven away by townspeople for accidentally turning someone to stone, so he allowed you refuge in his castle and gifted you a magical blindfold that would keep you from laying your eyes upon anyone and turning them into a statue. Ever since then you’ve been loyal to him and agreed immediately to help him with your cause, and to use your ability to fight off humans that have wronged you. When you met Isaac, he was immediately intrigued but didn’t make it obvious. You spent a lot of time listening to him work and hearing his night creatures be brought to life, and he’d even guided you to pet a night creature that was calm for him

Throughout the war you formed a relationship with the cold man, though he was warm to you. Never sappy or super affectionate, but he’d do things like learn Braille for you and create plaques as labels on things for you, fight alongside you and tie your blindfold back on for you when the battle was over, create night creatures specifically to help you. He allowed you to hold his arm as you walked through the ever changing castle with him. He never thought he’d find love amongst all this chaos and death, he didn’t even want to befriend Hector because of it, but yet he found himself infatuated with you and wanting to spend as much time as he had left with you

He didn’t mind the fact he’d never be able to look into your eyes, and you didn’t mind the fact you’d never be able to look at him at all except through maybe a portrait. The two of you simply enjoyed the others presence and company, oftentimes sitting beside each other doing your own things, always having a comfortable silence between the both of you. You didn’t turn objects to stone, so if you made sure not to look at any living being, you could do things like read and he’d help make sure you wouldn’t accidentally turn anyone to stone

[livelaughlovetojiii]

“don’t cover up” — lo’ak sully

lo’ak sully x fem reader

warnings: angst kinda, p in v, fluff, soft dom lo’ak, daddy kink, oral (both), not proof read.

you were always self conscious about your thighs. you were always playing and poking at them whenever you were upset. you even had your boyfriends mom neytiri make you something that covers up your thighs more and that made lo’ak go crazy. you had been hiding your thighs for years not even letting lo’ak see. you and him hadn’t had sex yet. no matter how many times lo’ak told you he loved your thighs but you still wouldn’t let him see anything.

“oh come on baby just let me see” he says putting his hands on your waist. tears pool in your eyes “no..” your voice is shaky and low “don’t cry pretty girl it’s okay” his hands move from your waist to your face. he places a kiss one of your eyes and gives the other one a kiss too. “it’s okay my love. i just wish you’d trust me. i would never judge you. you’re beautiful” he gives you a kiss on the cheek “i have to go get ready for tonight i hope to see you there” he smiles and leaves your tent. oh right. tonight we have a celebration for jakes birthday. you were always close with the sully family since birth so of course you would go to the celebration. you take your time brushing your hair out and letting the soft curls run down your back. you always had your hair in braids so you didn’t notice how long it had gotten until you took it down. ever since lo’ak had said those words “i wish you’d trust me. i would never judge you” you felt as if you needed to show him you trust him. as scared as you were you put on smallest tightest loincloth you could find, one that showed off your curves and one the definitely showed off your thighs.

you put on a small top that just barely wrapped around the cup of your breasts. to say the least you felt sexy. and with that you put on the necklace lo’ak had made you when you were 7 and headed out. the celebration had already started, everyone was crowded by jake saying happy birthday others were off dancing. others were making out. when you walked through the crowd of people you felt eyes burning through you from behind you but you didn’t wanna turn around you were too scared. you were terrified until you saw lo’ak in complete awe in front of you “holy shit..” his eyes trail to your thighs “my god.” he whispered getting on his knees in front of you not caring if anyone saw.

he places kisses on both thighs and slowly gets up to see your bright smile “you are..” he’s at a loss for words “making me incredibly horny.” he whispers in your ear making you giggle. “princess im not joking” his says moving your hand to his growing erection. “lo’ak!” you say in a whispered yell “i have to say happy birthday to your father at least!” you look up at him. “then go. meet me back at your tent”. you walk over to the no longer crowed jake sully “happy birthday sir” you smile “thanks kid” he pulls you into a hug giving you a kiss on the head “i see you’re finally out of your comfort zone” he says making you smile “thank you for noticing” you pull away from him giving him a small kiss on the cheek “have a goodnight sir” you say trying to hurry away so lo’ak doesn’t have to wait so long.

when you get back to your tent you can smell lo’aks scent, it’s an overwhelming smell. a smell you would only smell during sex. you walk in to see a sweaty horny boy in your cot. his head hung back, eyes screwed shut, panting hard as he strokes his cock letting out the most beautiful noises you’ve ever heard. “lo’ak..” you say softly making his eyes shoot open “baby” he slows his breath “do you see what you’ve done” he lets go of his cock and it stands straight up with his pre-cum and spit dripping down his shaft. you clench your thighs together “i-i did that?” you say innocently “yes baby. you did this to me” he grabs your arm pulling you down to him. “we’re gonna go farther than we ever have my love. is that okay?” he asks before doing anything “yes” you smile feeling more confident than ever. he flips you over on your back and snatches off your loincloth looking down at your glistening pussy “you’ve always neglected this sweet little pussy from me haven’t you huh?” he says cupping his throbbing bulge in his pants “not today pretty girl” his breath fans over your cunt.

he drives in, his warm mouth on you felt better than your fingers ever did. he devoured you like a man who hadn’t ate in weeks. sucking on your already wet cunt he pulls back a little and spits on it then goes right back to sucking. it makes your back arch off the cot and your face ball up in pleasure. “shit!” you let yourself be as loud as you wanted knowing everyone is at jakes celebration. you grab onto lo’aks thick braids and he shakes his head from side to side and he comes off you with a pop “no baby you don’t get to cum from just that” he says out of breath. you whine “lo’ak please” you beg but lo’ak isn’t listening he’s too distracted by your big breasts and your thick thighs. he just sits there and looks in awe causing you to ball up not wanting him to stare for too long. he grabs your hands away from your body “don’t cover up.” he’s panting still out of breath. he takes your body in for another moment making you blush as he removes his loincloth. you’ve seen his dick before but you think grew? if that’s even possible. you stare. you stare hard. “it’ll fit pretty girl” he chuckled “i-i wanna taste you” you mange to say making him look up in shock “really?” he laughs but what he doesn’t realize is that it’s taking everything in you to not jump on him right now.

“please” you whine looking up at him. his dainty fingers find their way to your chin “how could i say no to such a pretty girl like you” he gets off the cot standing up straight. you get up next immediately getting on your knees making him groan. “god you’re so pretty” he says just barley above a whisper. he gives himself a few strokes as he looks down at the site below him. you sitting pretty on your knees waiting to take him in your mouth. that’s all he needed. you hold out your tongue as he taps the tip on it a few times. “you ready beautiful?” you nod frantically. just like that he slowly puts himself into your mouth letting out a small groan. you take matters into your own hands. literally. you grab onto whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth and go for it. spit dripping down your chin onto your neck as you gag on his cock. “shittt” he hisses as his head falls back he grabs onto your hair holding it into a ponytail with one hand “w-where did you learn this” he gasps at you hallowing out your cheeks. you swirl your tongue around his tip and that sends him “no no- shit” he pulls you off his dick panting hard “i want to cum in you” he says but when he looks down at your pretty watery eyes and messy hair with all the spit on your body and a string of it still connected from your lips to his cock he swore he could’ve came right there. he grabs you throwing you onto the cot and spreads your legs for you.

he doesn’t need to prepare himself or you. you’re both right there. he slides himself in and immediately gives you fast hard thrusts. “come here” he grabs your neck and kisses you hard. your tongues find each other and dance as he hits the spot your fingers could never. he pulls back from the kiss one hand on your neck and one on your thigh. he smacks your thigh making you flinch ”don’t ever cover up again, got it?” he growls but you’re too caught in the pleasure to notice what you’re about to do “yes daddy!” you whimper making him laugh and give you harder thrusts “cum for daddy hm?” he groans as you clench around him. that’s all you needed as you cum around him harder than ever which causes you to milk him. he spills his seed in you “fuuuuck” he groans.

he slides out of you pulling you into his arms “i love you gorgeous” he smiles kissing your head.

hi babies!! it’s been so long since i’ve posted so i hope you enjoy this. i love you!!

[kakushino]

Kyojuro with reader in their 30s - HCs

To all the amazing readers, who are no longer in their 20s, your f/o would love you regardless of your age

Tags: fluff, suggestive, implied age gap, GN! Reader

Masterlist

First time you're introduced, he can see the way you carry yourself with confidence, an odd comfort to him, making his shoulders relax

He knows that you are older than him, how could he not, yet he's drawn to you

You're beautiful in all the ways that matter - inner beauty shining in your eyes, the same eyes he could get lost in

If you have wrinkles, so what? The crows feet are adorable when you smile, and when you frown, he just wants to massage them away from your forehead… if you'd let him

It makes him feel a little like a lost puppy, the way he looks up to you and the way he follows your words to the T, but he hopes you don't see him that way

He hopes you don't see him as a young buck eager to wet his cock with an 'easy target'

Sure, you are past the your twenties, but you are hardly easy, nor a target

First and foremost, he respects you and your boundaries, you know yourself way better than someone like him could; you have way more experience than him

Which is why, following his confession to you, he let you set the pace

Hand holding only? Sure. Kiss on the third date? Yes, please. Heavy petting starting 2 months into the relationship? Mhm, he's okay with that. 

He'll bring you flowers to every date, giving them to you with a blush spanning from ear to ear, hoping you noticed the 'message' he tries to convey with the language of flowers 

If you feel weird about dating a younger man, he's quick to reassure you that yes, he does want you, and no, you are not too old for him

Just to drive the point home, he takes you on many many dates in a variety of settings - theater, picnics, festivals with games (his favorite, because you always have a friendly competition about them which makes you laugh), restaurants…

You name a date idea, he did it, or is planning it for your next date

He wants you to feel as comfortable and relaxed with him (and in the relationship) as he feels with you

The way you lead him in the bedroom is also incredibly sexy, your experience and age reassuring him as you teach him everything about your body, and soon the dance between the two of you is more of an art form

And he so loves to excel

Praise him for it, and he'll be a putty

He's always a putty but let's ignore that for now

He knows he has more energy than you and he channels all of it into aftercare, before-care, just- care

You're too tired to cook? He's bad at it but he can stop by the store for something that can just be heated or he can run get you a take-out; worst case scenario, the lady next door can cook and he can beg

And oh, he begs so prettily

Back on topic

He'll do your whole skincare routine for you if you're tired, including face massage

If you let him, he would carry you everywhere (he's working out for you)

Please, let him, he's on his knees-

In contrast

If he could he would always be the little spoon, and would also sit in your lap - his chest or back facing you, doesn't matter

Just give him a hug and praise, but let him care for you in turn

dividers made by the awesome @benkeibear

AN: Dedicated to one of my dearest friends, who's self-conscious at times. Babe, don't be. You're an amazing person, and he would love you no matter what.

Network: @enchantedforest-network

[judasgot-it]

Ello o/, may i request again (dk if i can tho, don't feel pressured if not maken), really love the post you made for the request my heart literally- aawkwkw, i have so many things to say to that post but really busy asfck like if i wnated to, i could literally write a essay or thesis statement, */ahem anyway

BSD boys, while having a fighting/argument with s/o they suddenly grip they're s/o's wrist too hard and ended up leaving a mark (they didn't mean to tho ;-;) that reminded the reader's past child abuse/not used to this type of conflict which lead to angst to comfort or just angst hehe. Idk this is just a random 2am thought(my time rn) I have classes later waking up at 4am too…

AHHHHHH omg yes I'm so sorry I haven't like set up any request rules yet which I should do lol, but I'm so shehejwj but I don't have limits on requests! I just try to get to them when I can &lt;3 Also I'm so sorry about the late response! College is hard x[

But also, I wanna do some scenarios for this, so I'm gonna have to only pick a few that I feel I can write the best for this if that's ok cause ngl I feel the mercury retrograde rn,,,

Scenario: Accidentally triggering past abuse/trauma during an argument (Ranpo, Dazai)

Ranpo

Ranpo was a rather loud guy. That's not his fault, since he's only loud whenever he has a reason to be - he's confident because he knows he can get away with it. He's smart enough to survive some of the most dangerous killers, and is bold enough to laugh in their face about it too.

But god is it aggravating as hell whenever you want to truly talk to the man one on one. Sometimes, you just want to have a normal date with him - like a normal couple and do normal couple stuff.

Like right now, you just want to walk down this busy street and not have to listen to him boast about how stupid people were. It was embarrassing how loud he was about it, how the person who got hit with a car could have easily avoided it had they just checked both sides of the street.

A normal conversation to have after witnesses a horrible event, but you could feel the stares from across the street from the mans wife. Especially towards Ranpo, who seemed to have no social boundaries as everyone else in the area seemed to instead be occupied with the normal human behavior of freaking out after witnessing a man flying in the air and being hit by a car.

To save face, you dragged him away, with him still talking about it as if it were a normal everyday thing. In his world, it probably was - but not to you. Not to normal people, who didn't think about death everyday.

"Ranpo, you need to quiet down."

"What? I'm just saying. It was pretty avoidable you know?"

You turned around to glare at him, gripping your enclasped hands tightly. He thought nothing of it, swirling his ramune bottle rather casually. The ball clinked around with each step the both of you took together.

"I know that. But you do know that it's pretty insensitive to say that in front of him and the wife who saw her husband get hit with a car."

"Y/n."

You were forced back as Ranpo stopped on the sidewalk. It was apart of a narrow stretch of road, empty and away from the commotion, which forced you to look at him. He was staring at you with his eyes, as if trying to puzzle something.

"You don't actually care about them."

There was a pause. You blinked once. Then twice.

"What do you mean by that?"

He held your hand tighter, almost painfully so.

"You don't really care about them that much. So why are you defending them?"

His viridian eyes bore into yours, which deeply unsettled you. He meant nothing by it, especially with the iron grip he had on your hand which kept you in your spot.

"Because not everyone is a superfreak like you Ranpo!"

But it made you incredibly uncomfortable.

You felt the need to defend yourself, somehow.

"Some people have 'empathy' which I know is a foreign concept to people like you."

It was as he cocked his head to the side, like a crow trying to understand what you had just told him. It was as if what you just said had gone right through him, like the wind.

"You don't mean that."

He pulled you towards him. You tried to step back, but you only found yourself stepping around and trying to find your balance again.

You flinched when Ranpo reached to balance you, but you still felt the energy from your sudden bout of frustration pumping through your body. It was embarrassing, but your mind and body were reacting all on their own.

Ranpo kept staring at you, looking past your angry scowl and into something deeper.

"I'm not your enemy Y/n, I know you're upset but there's something more."

He left you feeling naked there.

"It's not that deep. You don't need to defend yourself against me."

You looked down, avoiding his eyes. The sidewalk underneath you was rather cracked and abandoned - there was a dandelion growing just underneath your feet, a rather resilient flower.

"I'm not defending myself, I'm just..."

Ranpo lifted your chin up so you could meet his eyes again, which were now softer, as they had quickly figured out the puzzle that he's struggled with.

You looked back at him. A part of you wanted to keep arguing - it was in your nature, to keep fighting. Unfortunately, it was something you've done for a long time, which Ranpo has figured out by now.

Another thing that made you feel a little uncomfortable.

He met you with a cheeky smile, like a little rat. He closed his eyes, his cheeks raising to meet his eyes.

"I know. You're a good person Y/n."

Dazai

"I just don't think you understand. I can't expect you to, but it's not your problem, so why are you so upset about it?"

Dazai was looking at you from the couch, watching as you were once again picking up bottles he had left from one of his drinking binges. He still smelled of last night, wearing the same clothes and smelling of the various drinks he had lost himself in.

"It clearly is my problem. I'm the one cleaning up your mess right now, so how could I not be involved? Dear god, do you ever look at yourself and want to even try to be better?"

Dazai looked at you, sitting up from his previous lounging position. He stared up, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you - his eyebags prominent in the early morning sunlight.

"What do you mean 'try' to be better? Have you ever even known what it's like to be like this?"

You rolled your eyes, dragging the bag to the front door so you could later bring it to the dumpster of your apartments. In your eyes, he was clearly being dramatic - sitting like some sort of mafioso, needing only a cigarette to seal the deal.

"Everyone has had it hard at one point Dazai. Losing yourself to alcohol every night and weekend doesn't justify it. You have a life to live you know? It's worth living."

You heard footsteps approach behind you, and looked up to see Dazai standing a little too close for comfort. His body was warm, and you could see the sweat and stains on his bandages. His hair was usually fluffy hair was greasy, but his eyes - they were dark, simply staring down at you.

"What do you know about living?"

"What?"

He had backed you into the wall, his hands now on either side of you, blocking you from exiting the danger that had become him and whatever emotional rage he had thrown himself into.

"You act like you know so much about life but you know nothing! You don't know anything about death or life - I don't think you know anything at all really. You feel all too comfortable making these assumptions about me when you don't know who I am, do you?"

He was smiling but it didn't reach his eyes at all.

You pushed at him, trying to find space to escape from his hold. His clothes and warmth made you want to burn your skin and run at that moment, and you closed your eyes in order to avoid the worst of your fears as you knew he was staring at you with those eyes that seemed to hold nothing but contempt in that very moment.

When you couldn't break free, instead feeling him pressing himself more against you, you felt your eyes begin to tear up.

"Dazai get the fuck away me."

"Or what? What will you do, oh sweet belladonna?"

You could feel tears build up in your eyes as your pushing did nothing against him - so you resorted to what you knew would work.

You raised your knee as hard as you could, and watched as Dazai fell hard on the ground, falling like a sack of potatoes. He writhed around, clutching his pearls while you gripped your pants, trying to soothe your nerves.

"Dazai I'm..."

You looked around your apartment, looking at the mess that it had become because of him. You looked back down at him, who was still on the ground and wasn't saying anything.

"Dazai I'm going to leave for a bit. Sorry."

I'm so sorry this took so long waaaaahh I'm a slow writer I'm working on it tho ;( also I was thinking about doing Jouno but I felt that it would've been super harsh so maybe I'll do him another time

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

FIVE

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

“Ehm… Well, it's not much to look at…” He said with a shoulder shrug when we walked into his apartment. It looked like an old storage space but was lightly renovated to be used as a studio apartment. It was quite big but had a cold feeling with the brick walls and concrete floor. The only thing that contrasted with the grays and browns was the wall opposite the windows. It was full of graffiti, both really great ones and bad ones. There was a cool one of a smoking racoon, but someone had sprayed over the joint with a badly painted cock. Against that wall stood a big king-size bed with black silky sheets. The luxury feeling of the bed didn't fit in, and I wondered if he had it like that to get girls into it more easily. I looked at him while he hung up both our coats on a metal hanger that fit with the industrial feeling of the apartment. He moved smoothly and gracefully, but it was something that made him look boyishly nervous, like he was fourteen showing his room to a girl for the first time. That he would be a player didn't feel right, even if he had the looks for it. 

“Have you lived here a long time?” I asked so I didn't need to comment on how it looked. 

“Two years, I think,” said he with a shoulder shrug and walked in on purple ankle socks. I hadn't taken off my Dr. Martens but felt a need to do it when he walked around in his socks. 

“Do you want something to eat?” He opened the fridge and looked up and down in it with pursed lips. I smiled to myself by his sweet ways and walked up to his side when my boots were off. “An omelet?” 

“No thank you, but have something if you need to.” I looked up at him with a smile, and he looked at me with those big green eyes I've dreamt so much about. I felt a sob in my nose and throat that wanted to come out and make me ugly cry, but I swallowed it down and smiled even broader to cover it up. 

“Nah, I shouldn't…” he said and shook his head, closing the fridge. Instead, he took a leap and jumped up to something in the high ceiling. It was a silver bar, and easily he pulled himself up and down without a complaint. If another dude had done something like that, I would just immediately think he was trying to impress, but Eric was harder to read. He could also just have a need to do it. Something had made an addict look like a Calvin Klein model. Either it was steroids or it was a need for excessive training. 

He jumped down lithely and moved to the green couch that stood in the middle of the room in front of the TV. He turned to me and scratched his neck. 

“You can take the bed if you want.” 

I could see that he wanted to be a gentleman and say that, but the couch was just a two-seat couch, and something told me his height, and that couch didn't add up. I giggled a little at his pained face. He really wanted to be that great guy, but it was like he already could feel the pain in his back. 

“I'll take the couch…” If you don't want me to sleep in the bed together with you, I continued in my head. In my dreams, we slept in the same bed many times, but now I didn't even get to sit on the edge of it. 

Eric laughed a bit embarrassed when he saw my teasing expression. 

“Thank you,” he said, but then gathered a cover and pillow from his bed and gave them to me. He walked to a dresser, and I could see how he searched for new sheets. 

“I don't need a change of sheets. It's just a night. And it's time to go to bed for both of us.” 

I held the cover tightly in my hands like I was afraid he would pull it away from me. He looked at me a bit confused but just nodded. He didn't seem to understand that I actually wanted to sleep in his used sheets. I just wanted to smell him and hopefully take some of his heavenly scent with me home in my hair. 

I saw in the corner of my eyes him strip down to just a pair of black boxers, and I took my chance to look at him when he turned his back on me. Even his back was perfect. Okay, the barbed wire tattoo was far from perfect, but on him everything was perfect. I looked at the muscles shift under his pale skin and how great the boxers sat over his ass. I just wanted to bite one of those juicy cheeks. 

I had sat down on the couch, watching him when he turned around and showed of abs and a muscular chest. 

“Do you want to borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?” 

I wanted to ask if I could wear the one he had worn that night, but instead I just said yes to his question. He gave me a big white t-shirt which I changed into with my back against him. I didn't feel shy about my body in front of him because, for me, we had already done that bit. I just turned around because it felt more natural than showing my tits to him while he crawled down in bed. 

I turned around when I had his t-shirt on along with my simple black panties. He smiled a little from where he was lying under his cover, but I couldn't interpret what it meant. 

“Weird thing, but is it okay I have the radio on? I can't sleep without it,” he asked and sounded uncomfortable. I had heard others needing to have sound in the background while they sleep. Like a man my mom told me about who needed to have the vacuum cleaner on, anything to drown out their anxiety. We had laughed at that man, but looking at Eric, I didn't feel a need to laugh at all. I knew more about him than he had told me and could imagine what kind of anxiety he had. 

“Of course, sure, it can be cozy,” I said sweetly to make him relax. He smiled a little surprised by my words and nodded. 

He had the sound louder than I had thought, and I listened to a debate about the use of oil in the world. I didn't know if he was already asleep, but I knew he couldn't see me, so I sniffed his sheets and dragged a hand over my own chest. If I could, I would have laid down next to him, but Eric acted so polite to me that it didn't feel right to be so forward. With another guy, I might have done it, but Eric didn't feel like the type that would be happy to suddenly have company in his bed. 

××× 

I hadn't noticed when I fell asleep and I woke up with a jerk. I remembered exactly where I was and who I was with, and that made my problem feel even bigger. The alcohol had made me sleep heavy like a rock, so I hadn't noticed when the red fluid had run from between my legs and down under me. I could feel the sticky mess between my thighs but also knew that I obviously had a stain under me, a stain on Eric's green couch. 

I didn't know what to do because if I stood up, it would probably cause even more of the blood to run out of me, and I didn't have any panties to change to either. For a moment I just sat there and let the panic grow inside me until I started to cry out of anxiety. 

“Oh my god…” I said lowly to myself, between the heavy tears. I couldn't see any solution to my mess and sat frozen under Eric's black cover. 

“Hey… Are you okay?” I could hear a raspy morning voice say from the side of the room. If it wasn't for my panic, I would have appreciated how sexy he sounded, but now I couldn’t help but cry. 

“I'm sorry…”

Eric stood up from bed groggily, like his muscles didn't remember to hold him up, and looked at me with big, worried eyes.

“Do you want to go home? I can get you a cab. I can… I can stay in bed if you want your privacy. I've done that all night. Promise. I promise.” 

He stood with his hands up like he wanted to show he was unarmed, and his facial expression was anxious. I looked at him and realized he thought this moment was just as hard as for me but for other reasons. He thought I had panicked when I realized where I was. He was afraid I would accuse him of something. 

“We didn't do anything. We just slept. Like really slept, ehm…” He dragged his hands over his hips nervously over and over. 

“No, no, I know that, Eric. You can be calm; it's just…” I started to sob again, and Eric's first reaction seemed to be to sit down next to me and comfort me. 

“No! No! Don't sit down!” 

Once again, he raised his hands. I took a deep breath. 

“I've got my period and… It's everywhere. On your couch too.” 

He looked at me with big eyes and sat down on the coffee table in front of me. 

“Oh.” 

His short answer made me feel awkward, and I started to cry again. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for destroying your couch-” 

“No, no.” He interrupted me and gave me a calming smile. “It's okay shit happens, but… How can I help you? Do you need something to wear? Do you have tampons?” He said it so relaxed and kindly that I couldn't do anything else but smile. 

"Yeah, I have some in my purse, but… Everything is bloody…” I said embarrassed and dragged my hands over my face, showing signs of my crying. 

“I don't have panties…” he said with an awkward chuckle. “But can I offer you a pair of my underwear and a pair of pants?” 

“Yeah, that would be kind but… There's blood everywhere.” 

“Trust me, I've seen worse. I’ll look away while you go to the bathroom, and then I’ll leave the clothes and your handbag outside of the door so you can just take them. Ehh… Do you need a towel? You can shower if you want too?” 

I looked at him with soft eyes. He did everything right. A true gentleman behind that trashy style. He really was the same sweet guy as in my dream. The warmth in my chest said everything—I was in love with him. So in love with him. 

“That would be nice… But the couch?” 

“I take care of that. It's a removable cover. I will just get a new one.” 

I looked at him with a pained expression, and he probably could see I was on my way to cry again because he stood up and walked away to the window. 

“I'll have a cigarette on the roof while you go to the bathroom, okay?” 

I nodded and didn't ask about what he meant about the roof. I just assumed he meant he had a roof under the window to jump out on. 

××× 

He fixed everything. A dark gray towel, a pair of black boxers, black Adidas sweatpants, my handbag, my bra, and top, a plastic bag for my dirty clothes, but also… 

“There is an extra toothbrush on the highest shelf in the cabinet,” he said through the door when I was done with everything else. I stood in his boxers, his long sweatpants, and my black long sleeved top. Just that simple sentence made me tear up again. What a man he was. He was thinking about everything. Lotti had done a great job with him, to be honest, much better than she had done with Robin, and I wondered if Eric just had that in him. That sweetness. 

When I was done, I walked out to Eric, standing in the little open kitchen. He loaded an old, white coffee maker and was dressed in boxers and a black tank top. He didn't seem to have noticed that I had come out, and for a minute I had the luxury to just look at him. He stood with a hand under the tank top, scratching his tattooed stomach while watching the coffee run down the pot. I looked towards the couch and saw that he had removed the cover on one of the cushions, and once again I felt heavy shame. I had destroyed his couch. 

“Oh, hey, I didn't hear you,” Eric said to me, and I looked at him again. 

“Thank you… And I'm sorry again for destroying your couch.” Eric smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders. 

“I'll try to wash it later.” 

The thought about him scrubbing my period stain was probably the worst thing I could imagine, and I laid my hands over my face. 

“I said it is okay.” He laid his big hands on my shoulders, and they weighed me down comfortingly. I took a deep breath and looked at him but couldn't stop myself from sneaking my arms around his waist. In my dreams, he would have hugged me, and real Eric did too. He laid his long arms over my shoulders and dragged his hands comfortingly over my back. I didn't know if I'd gotten such a good hug before, and after a while, engulfed in his embrace and his wonderful scent, I breathed slowly and calmly. 

“God, you're so perfect,” I said to him with my nose pressed against his chest. Eric laughed a little, and I could feel him shake his head. I looked up at him confused because, for me, it was obvious he was perfect. 

“You're such a great guy, Eric.” He looked away embarrassed and didn't seem to know if he wanted to smile or not.

“I'm not really, but… Thanks?” 

He laughed unsurely and looked down at me. I continued to stare at him, and he gave me a little smile and a shoulder shrug. Once again, I was reminded of the couch and pushed my face onto his chest again. 

“I'm really sorry for destroying your couch…” 

Eric laughed now. 

“What can I do to make you forget about that? 

I looked up at him again, then stood up on my toes. I searched for deep eye contact, and in my embarrassment, I didn't feel like I had anything to lose.

“Kiss me.” 

Eric doubted and looked away, but then down at me and put my hair behind my ear with some struggle. 

“I can't really date right now…” 

“I don't care. Just kiss me.” 

So he did. After a while of looking at me seriously, he laid his hands on my cheeks and steered my face towards his. He pressed his lips softly against mine, just like he had done in my dream, and they were soft as silk. It was he that made me separate my lips so our tongues could meet. When he did that, he also opened a gate to my heart and planted infinite love for him. 

××× 

“Do you want coffee?” He said with his voice raspy again after we had shared a few soft kisses. I looked up at him and giggled when I saw his pink cheeks and dazed eyes. He gave me a crooked smile and a sigh of relief. 

“Yeah, coffee, please,” I said and released his waist reluctantly. 

He made an omelet for each of us and explained that he eats six eggs per day, sometimes even more than that if he didn't have time to do a proper dinner.

“Is it because of the workout?” I said and took a bite of the fluffy omelet. We sat on the floor by his coffee table because he didn't have a dinner table, and I didn't dare to sit on his couch. 

“Yeah, I need the protein.” 

“You look so great, but is it worth it? I mean, work out so much, eat so boring…” 

I had a thought it maybe was connected to his addiction, but he hadn't told me himself he had an addiction, so he believed I didn't know anything about that. He shrugged his shoulders and chewed the big bite of omelet he had in his mouth but didn't finish before he had started talking. 

“I like it. It's a hobby. And I have something to really focus on ehm…” 

He swallowed and looked down on his plate, thinking about something. 

“It's good for me.” It felt like his thought was to say something else and he looked away a bit awkwardly. I wanted him to be honest with me; I wouldn't judge him for his baggage, but clearly he judged himself for it. 

“Do you train or anything?” He asked and made me feel a bit stupid. I didn't work out much, and maybe he would think I sounded lazy. 

“I worked out at the gym once a week or something, but then I did something to my shoulder, and yeah, I started to just go out with my dog.” 

Eric smiled a little and nodded. 

We talked about Odin. I shared that he had a strong will and it was hard to discipline him. He seemed to have too much energy and too many ideas but was also afraid of much and barked at people, dogs, and sounds. Eric listened without trying to pretend he knew anything about raising a dog, even if I wondered if he knew. He had been able to calm down Odin both in my dream and also outside of the store; still, he didn't say anything; he just said he thought Odin would become better with age. 

I could feel when we talked that I knew too much because I got a little upset he didn't share more with me. If I hadn't known so much about him already, I wouldn't have thought about it, but now I just waited on him to tell me about his dog Max, which he had had when he was little. 

“Have you had any pets?” I asked just to lead the way to him talking more openly. Eric laughed a little and put down his cutlery on the empty plate. 

“I have cats. But they’re not mine. I have three that break in here, so I have started to give them food. I don't know who's cats they are.” He smirked with a shoulder shrug, and I laughed. It was actually even better hearing him talk about things I didn't know anything about. 

“How do they come in?” 

“The window, they're not some sort of master burglars.” I laughed at him and shook my head. 

“Have you named them?” 

“Yeah, Orange, Black, and Orange Number Two.”

I giggled, put down my cutlery, and then searched Eric's eyes. He smirked at me a little embarrassed and then lowered his eyes like he realized now he had a girl in his home. 

Slowly I started to crawl on all four to him in a cat-like fashion while thinking about what kind of games he liked in bed. He turned to me a little and didn't protest when I crawled up in his lap. 

“You're sexy, you know that?” He said with a shy smile and dragged his hands over the small of my back. 

“Yeah,” I faked an attitude and made him smirk. “But you're so much sexier… Can I just…” I took a hold of the edge of his tank top, and he leaned back a bit when I pulled it up to look at his abs. I made a pleased sound while Eric breathed heavily with his mouth open. 

“Good boy,” I whispered and dragged my fingers over the tattoo on the side of his stomach, but “good” had been crossed over. I looked deep into his eyes and gave him a harder kiss than before. 

“You're a good boy.

××× 

We stood together in the subway station, closer together than I had expected. It was he who had pressed his body against mine, but it was me who stood on tiptoes to have my arms around his neck. 

“You're cute in my pants. But I want them back,” he smirked, and careful fingers dragged over the elastic waistband. I wondered if that meant he wanted to see me again. 

“What are you doing next weekend? I work, but I have the half-night free? I always meet Nick and Jackie when I work the early shift, and…” He dragged a hand over his face in the middle of his rambling, and it warmed my heart but also calmed me down to see him like that. 

“I would love to visit you, if that's what you mean, but I don't have a dogsitter.” I said with a disappointed shoulder shrug. 

“Bring him?” 

He said it like it was obvious, and I furrowed my brows. 

“I don't think you understand what a pain in the ass he can be. If I destroy your couch, he will destroy your whole home.” 

Eric laughed and hugged my waist. 

“Then he can destroy my home; you've seen my home. There’s not much of worth there anyway.” 

He smiled sweetly and looked at me intensely, waiting for me to say yes. I giggled and dragged a finger over “Lullaby” tattooed over his brow. 

“Okay.” 

We exchanged numbers, even if I already had his but pretended I didn't, then we kissed over and over until I needed to go to my subway line. It was hard to let him go because I could feel how my heart stayed in his tattooed hands. 

××× 

Robin rang the doorbell the next Saturday when he left Odin to me. Otherwise, he always invited himself in, but that day he seemed to understand it would be inappropriate when we hadn't settled our fight yet. 

Before opening the door, I closed the one to my bedroom, where I was packing things to bring to my stay at my oldest sister, or maybe the stay at Eric's. Black outfits and lacy lingerie shared space with my beauty products. I had decided with my sister that I would stay until Monday, and I hoped Eric wanted to hang out with me one more night. 

Robin stood awkwardly in the hallway when I had let them in while I sat on the floor, saying hello to our wild dog. I could feel his energy and looked up at him with a small but kind smile. I was mad because of what he had done to Lotti but also knew what I was doing wasn't right either. 

“Do you want a cup of tea? I need one myself,” I said with a shoulder shrug, and Robin gave me a nod. 

“Yeah yeah.” 

We sat down on my deep purple couch with a big tea cup each. I didn't have time for a long chat, but I wanted us to get along again. We were dog parents together, best friends, but he was also the brother to the guy I was in love with.

“I know what we do to our mom seems horrible, but… She's sick and has always worried about Eric so much she more or less became sick from that. He has always disappointed her,” he said and looked down in his cup with a sad expression. “My parents didn't know what shit they would find themselves in years later when they… Started to take care of Eric. I guess they just saw a cute two-year-old with big eyes.” He shrugged his shoulders, but I didn't say anything because I wanted him to continue to talk. “His mom was a crazy junkie and would come and try to take back Eric and even hit dad once. It was then social service decided he would live with us even if he showed signs of being just like his mom. He could get fucking crazy too, and then he started with the drugs. He even stole dad's asthma medication. He was… He is… Sometimes it feels like he's an addict before a human, you know? He can't stop, and it will always be more important than everything.” 

Robin sighed deeply and rubbed his eye. I still sat quiet and tried to understand that it was Eric he talked about. The guy who had given me his boxers and made an omelet when I had left a big red stain on his couch. 

“I see that you think I'm awful for saying it like that, but… You don't get how much harm an addict can do just to get drugs, and my parents were way too nice to do anything else than serve him.” 

“But why did he say yes to ‘play dead’ then?” 

“Dad died and mom was destroyed, but instead of helping her, he just did more drugs and then ODed. We all thought he would die, and when mom got a stroke and thought he actually had, we thought-” 

“You thought. If he was totally gone on drugs, I don't think he could even discuss such a thing.” I said it more angrily than was appropriate for the situation he thought we were in, but I was just thinking about the man I had kissed six days ago. 

“Fine!” Robin said, irritated. “I don't understand why you care so much. I was forced to handle an awful situation in some way. My dad was dead, my mom sick, and… Eric, he just wanted to shoot up. What do you think I should have done?” 

He looked up at me with shiny eyes, and a lonely tear spilled over. I felt awful for judging him so hard because I couldn't say what I would have done. I put down my cup on the coffee table and then crawled up to him so I could hug him hard. Like usual, it was the only thing he needed to start crying violently. I felt so bad for him, for him needing to make such hard decisions all by himself and carrying that alone. I wish he had told me instead of lying, but there was also another side of this story. Eric had lost everything. Robin had decided that he wasn't worthy to have a mother anymore. Eric had also lost his dad and not only had a sick mom but also a mom he wasn't allowed to meet. Everything because he had a drug addiction he no longer has. Right? He was clean now?

×××

Robin and I said goodbye as friends, and an hour later I took mom and dad's car with Odin to meet Robin's brother. I knew Eric was a good man and took Robin's story with a pinch of salt and didn't feel any worry about meeting Eric. My heart beat at the thought of being close to him again.

Demi and her daughter stood once again with me while I applied my makeup, but instead of being an audience, they had a verbal fight about Demi wanting alone time with me, but her daughter refused to leave the bathroom. After her dad had raised his voice, she did what my sister wanted and closed the door to the bathroom on the way out.

“Don't have kids,” she joked and rolled her eyes. She sat on the toilet lid, turned to me, and played with her long ponytail.

“Trust me, I won't,” I said sincerely, but my sister laughed like it was a joke.

“You will feel different when you're in love… Don't you think Eric wants kids?” She teased. I looked at myself in the mirror and took a break from applying my mascara.

“To be honest, no. I don't think he wants kids. It would surprise me.”

“Hm…” Demi sounded a bit disappointed. “So, do you remember you promised to show pictures of him in exchange for staying here?” She sounded teasing again and made me roll my eyes with a smirk. I was a bit nervous to show the pictures to her but also proud. He was so hot and so ripped. I had never been with a guy so fit, and I don’t believe my sister had either. It was the pictures from Lotti I had photographed, close, so it would look like it was the original pictures.

Demi looked up at me with a confused expression while she scrolled between the close-up of a smiling Eric and a shirtless Eric. She shifted between looking at the pictures and me, and I could feel she would say something bad.

‘You dated Dante, a sweet, trustworthy, tanned Italian, and left him because you thought he had asshole-y behaviors, so you instead started to date this? This?”

I didn't want to talk about Dante because he was an asshole, even if no one in my family could see it.

“Don't you see how hot he is?” I said instead and made Demi shrug her shoulders.

“Yes, he's hot, but do you see what's doodled over that hotness? That's 300 bad decisions."

I sounded out in frustration and continued to do my makeup.

“What's his story? Is he a criminal? An addict?”

I didn't answer and instead shut off when she continued to talk and made him sound like a stereotype. I threw down my deep pink lipstick in my handbag but stopped for a second to look inside it. The pack of condoms stared back at me and made me feel awful. I had never been so stressed about protection but felt different now. Even I had my prejudice about Eric.

×

[anystalker707]

You've done it before

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [male, amab] Reader Summary: It's nice making Zoro regret teasing you all week long. How many orgasms in a row can he handle? Tags: Smut / Overstimulation / Fingering / Oral Fixation / Penetration / Zoro likes it.

Requested by @aceshusband "Can I please ask a smut scenario for Zoro with a top male reader (amab)?"

MASTERLIST

          No one ever actually bothered that you and Zoro would stay back to ‘watch’ the ship while the rest of the crew did whatever they needed on a random island—actually, it was a relief since Zoro being trapped in one place, supervised, would eliminate one of the worries they tended to constantly have. They would be kinda wary about returning, though. Never ask Sanji and Usopp what they saw happen on that Wednesday afternoon when they came to the ship earlier.

Today was just like usual. Zoro had been bothering you for the whole week, always too close to you, pressing his hips against yours a little too much when sitting on your lap, or even letting his pants hang unusually low whenever you went over to the Crow’s Nest to make him company during his training.

All of that got to your mind, of course, no matter what Zoro thought. The thing is that properly getting your way with him at once would be better than half-assed quickies here and there, not to mention how fun it was to see Zoro slowly crumbling through the days. He wouldn’t even dare ask Nami or anyone else how long it would be until the next island—it would give it away too much.

Maybe Zoro regretted it now. He gasped, clinging to the pillow of his bunk as his chest was pampered with bites and hickeys while your fingers curled up deep inside him and another hand wrapped tight around his cock. He couldn’t help the loud, ragged moans that kept escaping his lips as he squirmed, arched his back, curled his toes, and dragged his feet along the sheets as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. There was nowhere to run away to as you kept touching him in so many places even after having sucked him off already. He didn’t want you to stop, no, but maybe it’d be a little more convenient if you did one thing at once and not all at the same time, even more after he had been so needy for so long.

Zoro exhaled, trying to relax when the way your thumb grazed his tip made him hiss and arch his back, body twisting to the side as he buried his face into the pillow he tried to pull closer by an arm under it, but it was useless. He just kept squirming because your lips were clasped around his nipple sucking and nibbling on it so nicely at the same time your fingertips brushed that spot inside him that always made his toes curl.

“Shi—it—” Zoro whimpered, unable to even fill his lungs full with air before he was gasping again. That warm sensation in his lower stomach arrived closer than usual since you’d started the assault right after his first orgasm, so the sensitivity only helped you with whatever you were trying to do with him.

Zoro wasn’t even able to line his thoughts enough to make out something coherent, all he could know was that he was cumming again, groaning as he ended up spilling over himself and also on you with the way you were bent over him. He struggled with quiet whines, breath caught in his throat as he tried to keep his sounds to himself while his legs twitched and he came down from his high, hoping you would stop as soon as the throbbing between his legs started to subside a little bit.

“Okay,” you mumbled, your voice somehow grounding him as Zoro felt the mattress shift around him. His breath was shaky as he tried to catch it, chest rising and falling heavily only to pause with a quiet gasp when he felt your hands hook up under his knees to push his legs back against his torso. “I think you’re prepared enough for things to start.”

“Start?” Zoro said weakly as he blinked the tears away until the blurry figure that stood before him turned into you. “Damn, (y/n), I can’t—”

“Yeah, you can,” you cut in, “you’ve already done it before.” Your voice was firm, in the right tone to make Zoro feel powerless and just let out a groan in response as he relaxed against the bed again, mentally cursing, but also somehow excited.

Zoro saw you giving your cock a few pumps, and he wondered for how long you’d been hard. He really wanted you to fuck him despite how every touch of yours on his body felt multiple times more intense now. He could go for a third time, yeah. He was no quitter, no loser. He’d make his man proud, even more after being taunted for so many days.

You raised an eyebrow at Zoro, not quite understanding the way he was suddenly smirking and biting on his lip while looking at you, but it didn’t matter.

“Actually,” you paused, “turn over.”

It took Zoro a moment; he sighed deeply as he shifted on the bed, a little too weak for his own liking, before he finally did as you told. He hugged his pillow under his head for support while presenting his ass to you all nicely. If he was lucky, he’d get praised. If he were luckier, he’d get fucked real good.

Your hands were warm and soothing around his hips, but the small touch alone was enough to make Zoro’s cock twitch again as he felt you shift behind him again. He let out a soft, long groan as your thumbs rubbed circles into his skin, in a rather soothing motion that was nothing but a fake calmness before you one of his hips go for a moment to push inside Zoro, finally. Your cock stretched him just nice, giving Zoro that burning feeling he loved. The way your hips met his ass in such intense motions was making him gasp and arch his back when he finally could recover from the suddenness of your actions; it ended up giving you a new angle and your cock would graze that nice spot inside him again and again.

Zoro wouldn’t really help the tears escaping his eyes, the moans escaped his lips as voluntarily as the tears trailed down his face and soaked the pillow now. His thighs trembled and it almost felt like his body was burning, but you kept him in such a nice edge that gave him just the right feeling. He wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter if he was just being used, lying limp and only moving because of how you held onto his hips, occasionally pulling him to meet you halfway through your movements.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[madangel19]

Oohh your quint smoke hc has given me thoughts of murder ghoul swiss inviting his prey to come smoke with him and then offering to shotgun only to pour a mixture of his quint smoke and weed smoke into their lungs before making his move

~ @atmosghoul

@atmosghoul You're a mad fucking genius with this one >:3 Swiss would absolutely get his prey high before eating them. It's like making his own edibles lol

Warnings: Weed smoking, suggestive material(nothing too spicy), blood, murder ghoul shenanigans

Word Count: 2108

Sneaking around the abbey late at night was always a risky move for many siblings of sin. Maria had heard many stories of the dark forces taking claim of those who weren’t careful. Even coming across the ghouls was dangerous at times, especially if they were hungry.

“I shouldn’t have stayed in the library so long,” Maria whispered, clutching a book to her chest. She had gotten so lost in her studies that she had lost track of time and was the only one in the library. A nearby clock read 1:30 AM and she shivered when a nearby growl filled the air. This was prime hunting time for the ghouls. 

She had been told time and time again that sneaking out after midnight was dangerous. She should have just stayed in the library until morning, but something compelled her to leave the safety of the books. 

A clap of thunder shook the halls around her, making her stop and gasp as she looked up. She noticed the silhouette of a ghoul perched on a high window-sill, their orange eyes watching her intensely. Maria wasn’t sure who that was, but she had to keep moving and find somewhere safe. The ghoul cocked their head, chittering softly before giggling. She knew that giggle. It was Sunshine. 

Maria rushed off into the dark, the giggles getting louder and louder. She had to find somewhere safe to stay, but the more she ran, the more she noticed that she was moving further away from the residential wing. She had hoped she could find Papa Copia’s quarters. He would have made sure she was protected for the night.

“Just pick a room and hide,” Maria whispered, looking around for any door that could help her. She paused at several doors and found that they were locked to her dismay.

“Fuck. One of you needs to be unlocked,” she moaned.

The eighth door she tried was unlocked and she breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door and walked in, immediately locking it behind her.

“Sister? What are you doing out so late?” A familiar voice questioned.

Maria realized the room was lit by a fire and smelled strongly of weed. She felt her stomach tie itself into knots as she forced herself to turn around to face the ghoul in the room.

Swiss was reclined on a couch, watching her with a surprised look in his half-lidded eyes. He had just taken a drag from a joint, smoke curling around him. The only thing he wore was a black pair of pants. His dress shirt laid on the floor. The whole room was full of smoke and Maria had to cover her nose and mouth. 

“I…I um…lost track of time..studying and…and Sunshine is stalking me…I’m scared,” Maria murmured, her voice muffled by her mouth. 

The multi ghoul chittered in confusion before smiling, patting the space next to him as he sat up.

“Don’t be. Sunny just likes to chase. She’d never harm the cute ones,” he crowed, winking at her playfully as he took another hit from the joint. Maria couldn’t help but stare at the lit joint. She had never tried smoking weed before. This could be the perfect opportunity to try it.

Swiss noticed her staring and he smiled toothily as he beckoned her to join him with a single claw.

“Don’t be shy, Sister. You can sit with me if you want. I’ll keep you safe from whatever else is roaming outside,” he said.

Maria had heard many rumors about Swiss and how he could easily manipulate and seduce most siblings of sin in the church, but she had also heard that he had stopped ever since he started hooking up with Sister Delia. Was he a changed ghoul? Maria would find out very soon.

Maria glanced back at the closed door. There were footsteps outside followed by a soft growl. Maria shivered and quickly went to sit on the couch with Swiss. She sat further away from him, looking at the joint still held in his claws.

“You wanna smoke, Sister? This is Mountain’s personal strain. Best in the world,” Swiss crowed.

“I…I’ve never smoked before, but I’d love to give it a try,” Maria replied, inching closer to him. 

Swiss chittered excitedly as he handed her the burning joint. Maria looked at it curiously, unsure of what to do.

“Just breathe it in, sweetheart. Breathe in, hold it for a moment, and then breathe out. You’ll be nice and relaxed in no time,” Swiss said.

Maria nodded and did as she was told, putting it in her mouth and breathing it in. Smoke filled her lungs and a warm sensation filled her chest as she pulled it away. The warm sensation turned to discomfort as she turned away from Swiss and coughed up smoke, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Ah, there it is. Let it out, sweetheart. It’s good to cough. It’ll hit better,” Swiss said, gently patting her on the back.

“Holy shit. You...Do you have any water?” Maria groaned, rubbing her sore throat. 

“Right here, Sister. Take it easy now,” Swiss said, reaching over the couch and grabbing a water bottle. He handed it to her and Maria drank until her throat no longer hurt. When she was done drinking her fill, she placed it next to her.

“So…when do I start…feeling high?” She asked.

“Give it a moment, sweetheart. Just get comfy and you’ll feel it,” Swiss said, patting his lap. Maria nodded and laid on the couch, resting her head in his lap. She closed her eyes as she focused on what she was feeling. Moments passed and she gasped softly as she opened her eyes to see a smiling ghoul gazing down at her. She felt like she was floating.

“Oh wow,” she murmured, raising her arm and seeing it move as if in slow motion. 

“Good right? It’s a nice body high that’ll turn you right into a couch potato,” Swiss said, petting her head with gentle claws. Maria’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head at the amazing feeling of his claws on her skin. All thoughts of what had happened earlier left her head as she sighed in complete bliss. 

“Very nice,” she said, smiling up at the ghoul.

“You want another hit, Sister?” Swiss asked.

“Yes, please.”

“You ever hear of shotgunning?”

Maria paused. She had heard of the term, but she wasn’t too familiar with it. 

“No. What’s that?” She asked.

His smile became all the more wider as his claws went down lightly caress to her cheek. If she weren’t so high, then his smile would unnerve her. 

“Well, I’ll take a hit and when I breathe out, you breathe in the smoke. You gotta get real close for it,” he explained, pulling his claws away as he snapped his fingers and created a single flame on his middle finger. He then lit the joint once more.

Breathing in his smoke and having to be close? That sounded like a build up to a kiss. Maria liked the sound of that. 

“That sounds fun. Let’s do it,” she chimed, getting up and sitting in a comfortable position where she laid her head on his shoulder. 

The ghoul chuckled, wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling her closer as he took a long drag from the joint. Maria watched him closely, ready to act when it was time. He pulled the joint from his lips, turning his head to her and giving her a quick nod. Maria giggled and leaned in to kiss him. He tasted like the sweetest lavender mixed in with the bittersweet taste of the smoke as he eagerly kissed her back, filling her lungs. Smoke curled from the corners of their mouths as Swiss deepened the kiss with a rumbling purr emanating from his chest. 

Maria didn’t feel the need to cough this time as she wrapped her arms around Swiss’s neck. He tasted amazing and was quickly growing hungry for more. Delia was a lucky lady.

Seconds passed and she felt his hand on her chest, pushing her onto the couch with ease. Maria pulled away from the kiss, giggling and breathing smoke into Swiss’s smiling face.

“You like that, Sister?” He asked, pinning her beneath his strong body. Was he going to take things further? The very thought made Maria all the more excited. 

“I do…So…what are you gonna do to me next?” She asked, her voice barely coming out in a whisper. She tried to move her arm to pull him in closer and found that she couldn’t move it. Strange, but that had to be the effects of the weed. 

“Mmm, I’m gonna eat you up, Sister,” Swiss purred, holding up a single claw and letting it trail down the front of Maria’s gown, tearing it with ease. Maria shivered in delight, eager for what he had planned for her. She wished she could grind against him and feel how hard he was, but in due time, she would. 

Swiss continued to purr softly as he leaned down and planted a kiss on her shoulder. Maria closed her eyes, another sigh escaping her lips at the wonderful sensation. Seconds passed and the ghoul was running his tongue along her warm skin before grazing his teeth along it. Maria felt like she was just going to melt from his touch when a strange pressure replaced the pleasure.

“Ah…Swiss?” She whispered.

No response. The pressure increased, making her all the more uneasy at what he was doing. Swiss’s face was buried in her shoulder before he slowly pulled away, blood staining his mouth to her horror.

“Just as I thought. Sweeter than anything,” he purred, getting up from the couch and picking her up bridal style. Maria opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a pained gasp. What was he doing?

“Let’s bring you to the others. Sunny is gonna be so excited to finally have you,” Swiss said, carrying her to the door.

Maria couldn’t do anything as he carried her into the dark. Her mind was racing as she thought of any way to get out of this. Her thoughts went to her ghoul studies and her heart dropped when she remembered what she had read about Swiss. He could easily immobilize his prey with his quintessence, making it easier to feast. Fuck…

Maria closed her eyes and when she opened them, she found herself on the floor in the ghoul den. Several figures knelt around her, chittering amongst themselves before noticing that she was awake.

“Did you fuck this one, Swiss? She’s aroused,” Dewdrop grumbled. 

“Sure looks like it,” Rain said.

“I only kissed her. That’s how I can really immobilize them,” Swiss replied.

“Thanks for getting this one, Swissy! You know I’ve had my eye on her for weeks,” Sunshine giggled, nuzzling the multi ghoul. Swiss chuckled and nuzzled her back, licking her cheek and making her shriek with laughter.

“Anything for you, Sunny,” he chimed.

Maria opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out besides a ragged gasp. Swiss smirked and moved to pin her beneath him, pointed tail wagging behind him excitedly.

“You’re cute, but we’re hungry and it was Sunny’s turn to choose a sibling since we had no other options. I can put you to sleep if you want. No pain at all,” he explained, sweet smelling smoke curling from his mouth.

“It’s better when they’re in pain,” Dewdrop said. Sunshine and Rain nodded in agreement.

Tears welled up in Maria’s eyes. She had never felt so betrayed before. How could she be so stupid? She could only hope and pray that the end would be painless. 

“Blink once for yes if you want to sleep, sweetheart,” Swiss said.

“Or blink twice if you wanna stay awake,” Sunshine added.

Maria looked around at the hungry ghouls and shuddered at the thought of them tearing her apart. It would be better to sleep and not feel their claws and teeth.

She blinked once, tears falling down her cheeks. 

“That’s a good girl. We try to make it as painless as possible for our dear siblings,” Swiss purred, gently planting both hands on either side of her head. He leaned forward and kissed her, filling up her lungs with sweet bliss. The pain and terror melted away as sleep quickly took over Maria. She smiled, closing her eyes as she floated off into relaxing nothingness. 

“Thank you for this feast, Sister,” a voice whispered as multiple hands descended upon her.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #16

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Freestyle!

Contents: Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys Under Clothes, Anal Plug, Cock Cage, Prostate Milking, Humiliation Kink, Orgasm Denial, Feminization, Lingerie

Dabi is going to kill himself and kill Shigaraki because Duster is pulling this bullshit, but he’s allowing it. He should absolutely not be allowing this, but he is anyway because the fucking big Detnerat/former-MLA Christmas party is such a big deal that they decided not to change it even though the organization changed hands. But it’s mostly corporate bullshit that he really can’t stand. This isn’t the kind of villainy that he knows how to deal with. His kind is the stuff that had him pounding the pavement every day and taking point on the summer camp job back in Kamino. Technically, he thinks that he’s supposed to think that it’s sweet that Tomura saw how uncomfortable he was with this party during the lead-up to it, unable to be excited about wearing fancy clothes, eating good food and the nice drinks that were going to be served, and dancing and whatever that the other League members started to crow about the closer they got to the event. Even Spinner, that absolute recluse, had gotten a little tentatively excited because he’d ‘never been to a party before’, which made all of the others want to ensure it was a good first experience for him, and left Dabi the only one who was absolutely miserable over this development. 

But Tomura had noticed even though he hadn’t said anything, and had paused Dabi as he got out of the shower when he was getting ready, and asked if he wanted something to spice up the occasion. 

He should have said no. Maybe also lit him on fire. But instead he’s standing off to the side of their large room that they use for announcements, lights, decorations, tables, and a band of their members on the stage this time instead of them, a million Twices running around as servers with appetizers, hoping desperately to not draw anyone’s attention. He really hopes that if he’s blushing through his scars, the other members milling about will just chalk it up to how many drinks he’s already put away. 

He’s so distracted trying to keep it together, that he doesn’t even notice his lover coming up to him, until he’s catching his elbow and leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You look so distracted, baby girl.” 

Dabi feels his face heat even worse. In any other situation he would have snapped at Tomura for calling him that, but right now, he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack, or to draw very unwanted attention to himself. So instead of saying anything, he just lets himself turn his head, half-hiding his face behind Tomura’s so that anyone else will think he’s whispering something to him, not letting out one pathetic, needy whimper, his body so hot that he thinks he’s going to fall apart or start smoking soon. 

“Oh, princess, that bad already?” 

Dabi manages another weak nod, and Tomura clicks his tongue, taking his glass from his hand and finishing it himself. 

“Okay, we’re barely an hour in. Come on.” 

Dabi would have sobbed with his relief if they weren’t in mixed company, and he has a hard time managing to walk normally and an even harder time keeping pace with Tomura instead of falling behind him or linking their pinkies together so he can pull him along like he normally does when he’s playing his baby girl. 

Tomura takes him into a private room, off of the side hall, and as soon as the door is shut and locked behind him, he instructs, “Let me see, princess.” 

Dabi feels like he’s going to melt, his hands shaking badly, as he undoes his belt and the black dress pants he was forced into. He doesn’t know if he could be more embarrassed over the fact that Tomura had to force him into a proper suit, but that he readily put on the red lacy thong that he’s wearing underneath, or the soft pink silicone cock cage that is small enough to ensure that not a drop of blood can try to make him swell so that no one would be able to tell that he was walking around so aroused that he’s dizzy. But he can’t help it. Not with the plug inside of him that is pressing just right against his prostate and making his cock leak in spite of the cage. 

“Look at you, baby girl, such a naughty little slut that you like being so disgusting in public.” 

He whimpers, trying to shake his head as the words make the pleasure already aching across his nerves even worse. 

“Don’t lie, princess, I can see how wet your panties are. Turn around, baby.” 

Dabi turns. Like the green room they waited in before their debut, this room has a coffee table, two chairs and a couch. He knows what Sir usually wants when he tells him to turn around, and he does so, bending over to brace his arms on the back of the nearest chair, spreading his legs. It was absolutely the right thing to do because Sir comes closer, one hand thumbing away the string of his thong so he can see the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. Dabi knows the music and talking outside of this room are loud, so he is shameless as he moans when Sir eases the plug out and then pushes it back in, making sure to grind it against his hypersensitive prostate as he does it. 

“Your pussy is always so greedy to be fucked, isn’t it, baby girl?” His voice is full of heat and Dabi hopes that means that he’s ready to fuck him, because if he fucks him, then Tomura will take them back upstairs and out of the party so that he can help him clean up and fuck him again. 

“Always want Sir’s cock in my pussy,” he agrees, his body humming with a heady rush of humiliation and arousal. 

Tomura clicks his tongue. “I know, but it’s not time for that yet. We still have so much more to do before we can leave, precious.” Fuck. He was really hoping that he could get out of here before some stupid speeches got made, and he whines at the thought of having to stay when he wants to leave, and wants to be fucked so badly. “But I can’t just leave my baby girl like this, otherwise you might sneak away to be naughty all on your own.” 

He fucks the toy back into his hole, rubbing it against that sensitive spot again. Dabi keens, his thighs starting to shake. 

“I’m going to help you be good for me for the rest of the night and earn your reward.” Tomura tells him, his voice a perfect growl in his ear. Dabi barely manages a, 

“Thank you, Sir,” because he can hardly think. He would probably give up a week off and a whole day of Tomura playing with him until his brain is much and letting him stay deep in his subspace for all the time after, if he could leave the party now, but he can’t negotiate when he’s starting to be fucked with the plug properly. 

Tomura is relentless as he works the toy against him, making Dabi’s walls tremble as each motion puts new pleasure and an uncomfortable, burning pressure across his nerves as his cock is kept tight in the cage, unable to harden. He keeps going as Dabi dissolves into louder and louder moans, the pain of that pressure getting so great that he’s scared that he’s going to start to cry which will be a whole mess to clean up and explain– until a sharp click fills the air. It takes about half a second before the toy starts to buzz inside of him, and that pressure snaps suddenly. 

Dabi’s legs would have given out if Tomura wasn’t helping him stand, and he feels his cock twitch before he’s moaning as he’s milked. 

Humiliation goes through him even sharper than the overstimulation as the toy keeps moving, when he realizes he’s going to make a puddle– only to look down and see that Tomura is holding the glass he’d taken from his hand under him, catching the thin white liquid before he can ruin his pants or anything else.

When the last drop falls into the cup and he’s nothing but a gasping, trembling mess, Tomura turns off the plug and takes the glass away, setting it on the coffee table. Dabi’s face burns, but he stays where he is until he has permission to move. Tomura gives him a kiss on the back of his neck. 

“Straighten up, princess. We should go back out soon. I don’t want you to miss too much of the festivities. Besides, don’t you like to dance? You can show me how.” Evil. Evil, cruel, horrible, awful, and Dabi should dump him.

Instead he does his best to stand, still trembling, and looks down at his absolutely soaked panties, worried that if he leaves them on, he’ll leak through his pants. Tomura sees his hesitation and reaches for the sides, giving a tiny burst of his quirk to make them fall away from around his hips. He pulls the soiled fabric away and Dabi goes even redder as he takes them and tosses them on the table next to the glass of his fluids. 

“Come on, princess, I’m sure you don’t want to be anywhere near this room when someone stumbles in here and finds that.” 

It’s definitely a hell of a way to make him eager to rush back into the party. 

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[acapelladitty]

Scarecrow/Scarecrow - Edging

Summary: As much as he would deny enjoying it, Jonathan could never hide how much power his other self could wield over him. (This is a Year One Scarecrow/BTAA Scarecrow pairing.)

No matter how many times they played their little games, Crane would never tire of just how responsive his other self always proved to be.

"Little Scarecrow," Crane hissed, tapping his fingers along Jonathan's thin thighs as he remained bound on the carpet, "so upset about having to give control to someone else."

Mouth set into a slack line, Jonathan flexed his fingers against his ankles - the thin ropes which bound his hands there almost as uncomfortable as his knees as he were forced to kneel against the threadbare carpet. His cock stood shamefully hard, the head leaving a messy streak of pre-cum across his stomach as it twitched there, untouched.

"But there's no shame in it." Crane continued, crooning the words as his spindly fingers dragged down Jonathan's chest - the sharp nails scoring a series of willow lines which stood out instantly red against the pale skin. "Not when that delicious mind is only submitting to one of equal stature. Let's go again."

A deep groan, one borne of delicious suffering slipped free of Jonathan's lips as he watched Crane click the small bullet vibe to life once more. The sheen of sweat which graced his upper chest seemed to glisten in the lamplight as Jonathan inhaled through gritted teeth.

“One day, they’ll cower in fear before you. See how strong you are and how weak they are to their own fears.” Pressing the small vibe to the base of Jonathan’s cock, Crane smirked at how instantaneous the reaction was – Jonathan’s brown eyes going wide as a shuddering breath made his chest tremble. “They’ll scream and cry as you tear them apart from the inside.”

His own cock twitching within his slacks, Crane chose to ignore it in favour of concentrating on tormenting his other self – his own words making his mouth dry as he shared the same cruel fantasy. The hand which wasn’t holding the vibe instead dropped to wrap around Jonathan’s cock, stroking along the hot and heavy length as it lay velvety against his calloused palm.

Already near the edge due to his previous, sadistic edging; Jonathan felt the tickle of a small bead of sweat trailing down his thin chest as his cock was manipulated once again. It was delicious hell, every stroke heating his overly-sensitive skin as he was dragged to a delirious pleasure which made his brain fuzzy and his lips ache as he bit at them with blunted teeth.

Panting shamelessly, Jonathan bucked his hips into Crane’s hand, his release so close that his teeth grit in anticipation. Just a few more strokes and-

A pathetic sound, almost an animalistic keen, slipped free of Jonathan’s lips as Crane pulled away at the last moment – his analytical gaze taking note of the way in which Jonathan’s thighs tightened and his stomach quivered as he approached his release. It was a terrible edge and Jonathan gnashed his teeth at his cruel partner as his cock humped against nothing but air.

“Not quick enough, little crow.” Crane scolded; his voice rough with his own arousal. “Maybe you don’t want it? Determination has never been your failing so I can only assume that you aren’t trying hard enough.”

Remaining seated on the edge of the bed, Crane tilted his upper body forward and his hand was quick to snake itself around the back of Jonathan’s head – his deep auburn hair feeling soft and faintly sweat-slicked beneath his fingers. Unable to prevent himself for being manhandled due to the restraints linking his hands to his ankles, Jonathan was forced to rock forward and his knees were subject to the pressure of his entire frame as Crane pulled his face close.

Crane surveyed him closely, taking a deep, sadistic satisfaction in how glazed Jonathan’s expression was; his pupils blown wide and his mouth slackened as it took in deep, shuddering breaths. He was almost jealous of the pleasure on show, of how quickly Jonathan could sink into his role and gain what he needed from such submission, but he brushed it aside as his head snapped forward like a viper.

Biting down harshly on Jonathan’s neck, Crane grunted at the shallow cry which slipped free of Jonathan’s lips at the rough treatment. Pulling away only enough to snarl his warning into Jonathan’s ears, Crane punctuated his words with another filthy lick to Jonathan’s abused neck.

“We’ll keep going until I’m satisfied. Understand?”

Jonathan tilted his neck, offering it up without thought as he willingly submitted to himself and muttered a simple:

“Yes.”

[hypnoneghoul]

Strange Desire

WC: 1,2K

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Tags: Anal sex, tentacle dick, water sex, biting, tiny bit of blood (from the biting) and a tail job (?)

Summary, huh… well, Mountain gets wrecked by Rain with his tentacle cock in the lake? I don't think I have to say more…

Notes: Tysm for help @forlorn-crows, I loved discussing tentacle sex with you <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Mountain knew it was a bad idea from the beginning, the moment Rain brought it up. He agreed, of course he did, but it was a bad idea nonetheless. Mainly considering his sanity.

He was not going to survive Rain fucking him in his unglamoured form, in the lake.

Fucking him with his tentacle.

Unglamoured Rain, in his aquatic form, was the most beautiful, captivating thing Mountain have ever seen. Soft blue, shimmering skin with bioluminescent spots scattered across it that glowed in the near dark, pearly scales covering some parts of his body seemingly at random, flowy, dark blue and purple soft fins on his neck, ribs, arms, legs and tail, much like a betta fish’s, magical glow of his eyes, curtain of obsidian hair. Mountain was hypnotised, he would never not be, no matter how many times he saw Rain unglamoured.

But currently, the earth ghoul didn’t have much brain capacity to appreciate his beauty, it would come later, after they both did. Rain was behind him, chest plastered to his back, strong arms wrapped around his middle, webbed fingers splayed over the bigger’s chest and stomach as the water ghoul held them both afloat. 

His tentacle-cock was buried in Mountain’s ass to the hilt, stretching him and filling up to the brim with slow but, oh, so deep thrusts. The appendage was cool and so wet, slimy, and it was a hundred times better than a normal dick, with its girth and how it wiggled inside him. 

Mountain was going crazy, babbling incoherently, covered in sweat where his body was above the water, as he clawed for purchase he’d not be granted in the middle of a lake. He was already so close, he felt like he’d bust any minute, but the water ghoul’s tail wrapped around the base of his cock made sure it didn’t happen. Not before he wanted it to happen, at least. Rain was cruel, nearly ignoring Mountain apart from that, using him just as a warm hole designed only for his pleasure.

“You can squirm all you want,” he growled into the earth ghoul’s ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine, claws digging into his belly, “I know you love it.”

He did. Very much so. 

He loved the struggling, how he just couldn’t worm his way out. Not that he wanted to actually get away, but a little pretend added a bit of fun. The earth ghoul was so overwhelmed with the sheer amount of power Rain had over him, surrounded by his element. Mountain let out a loud moan when he realised that, no matter the context, he was completely helpless there. Rain could… hell, he could kill him in mere seconds, not lifting a finger.

It was so hot.

All Mountain could do was whine pathetically, throwing his head back onto Rain’s shoulder as he scrunched up the tentacle again, widening it, stretching the earth ghoul out even more. His eyes were screwed shut, and he wished he could do the same with his ears, as the water ghoul continued both fucking him sensless and talking.

“You love when it wriggles inside you, don’t you?” he whispered, “How it fills you up?”

Mountain was dying, it felt so good, “R- Rain, Tadpole, p- please, need to cum, please.”

“Didn’t you ask to be ruined?” Rain extended his cock again, made it longer, prodding at Mountain’s sweetest spot. He folded in on himself with a loud moan, the water ghoul dug his claws into Mountain’s taught belly so hard he drew blood. Their other hand was teasing his chest, delicate webbing between his fingers catching on the sensitive nub just enough to pull a shiver out of him. “I’m just fulfilling your wish, little one.”

Oh.

Oh.

That was… something. 

Rain was, of course, right. Mountain wanted to feel small, for once, helpless, used, ruined. Here, in the water, fully unglamoured, Rain could do that with ease.

Tears that were pooling in the earth ghoul’s eyes for what felt like hours now, finally breached the dam of his squeezed eyelids as he let out a sob, his shaking hands splashing the water around.

“Shhh, don’t fight it,” Rain cooed, loosening his tail’s grip on Mountain’s cock. He was mean, cruel even, sometimes, but he'd never want to push it too far. Mountain cried often during sex, yes, but it worried Rain nonetheless, every time, especially now, considering he never did that before. “You’re not going anywhere.”

That was another thing, how on Lucifer was it the first time? So many wasted opportunities, and, being honest, Rain was going nearly as crazy as Mountain now. He felt so good around him, he was so tight and warm and soft inside, the water ghoul had to hold himself back as much as him. That may be why he caved, having gone desperate himself.

“Please, R- Rain, ‘s too good, please, I need it,” Mountain cried, long legs pathetically kicking in the water, his whole body shaking.

“Relax, I’ve got you,” the water ghoul whispered, one arm wrapping tighter around Mountain’s middle while theirhis other hand focused on abusing his puffy nipples. “Just relax, let it happen.”

He was crying in earnest now, tears rolling down his reddened cheeks one by one, body jostling with sobs and heavy, shaky breaths, quiet ‘please’ thrown in now and then between them.

Soon enough, when Rain started slowly jerking Mountain’s aching cock with his smooth tail, his clenching became unbearable to the water ghoul, as he groaned and moaned into his ear with his jaw clenched. He let his tentacle dick wiggle on its own, scrunching up and lengthening, as the ghoul leaned down to tease his fangs over the goosebumps on Mountain’s shoulder, “You want it, little one?”

“Y- yes, fuck, yes, please, Rain, I-” he whined, his own moan cutting him off as Rain bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, sweet blood flooding his mouth, just as he flooded Mountain with their cum.

“Go on,” the water ghoul grunted into his skin, but he didn’t need much more encouragement with his fangs piercing his skin, webbed fingers toying with his nipples, tail on his cock and pulsing tentacle up his ass. Even despite being in the water, he felt how impossibly wetter Rain was in this form, he was being pumped completely full of cum, some of it already leaking out, and Mountain was going insane.

He wailed, body going as tense as a guitar string, his cock shooting spurts of cum into the dark water. Rain’s jaw clenched down even harder on the earth ghoul’s shoulder as he milked his still kicking tentacle dick for all its worth.

Mountain may have passed out for a moment, because suddenly Rain was in front of him, their chests glued together, as he licked softly at the bite he left on his ghoul.

“Fuck,” he panted, shivering.

“Yeah?” the water ghoul giggled, looking up at Mountain’s blissed out face.

“We… we’re doing it again,” he breathed, lips turning up into a dopey grin making Rain chuckle and tilt his head to kiss at the drummer’s nose.

“Of course we are,” he sighed, nuzzling his face back into Mountain’s neck. It was quiet for a moment, just the soft sound of water around them. The earth ghoul could feel Rain smirking against his skin before he spoke again, so very quiet, “...little one.”

Rain could feel Mountain’s spent cock kicking slightly where it was trapped between their bodies.