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honeyydrunk · 8 months ago

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reasons for some of the jjk men on why i would and wouldn't fuck them. i think now would be a good time to mention that uh i'm not going to be saying no to anyone. gege akutami knew what would sell.

starting off strong with GOJO SATORU daddy's home home for me i know i've been waiting no lube no protection all night all day any position any location any time no matter what he asks even if it hurts me i'll just endlessly over and over again go towards you.

now WHY would i climb the beanstalk? let's go through the reasons. - he's hot i remember the teacher giving him her number - he's tall bro was planned to be made into a coathanger bc of those japanese genetics defying legs. and you know if he's tall then proportionately..... - he's fast in 299 seconds gojo satoru had slaughtered a train's worth of transfigured humans - his voice "you cryin?" "this is where you're weak right?" it doesn't matter i watched jjk in sub, i went onto youtube and listened to the uploaded audios of the dub

but why i'm not fucking that man until failure 😔 ?! - i'm not geto suguru. i may be delusional but i'm not blind. even kenjaku wasn't able to sway him, and he WAS suguru. - he's too whimsical for my liking. bro would answer a call while midstroke, teleport out, then return like 30 minutes later with souvenirs and go "yeah let's continue!!"

🎀 nanami kento 🎀 to me it's not just sex. i wish to marry someone like him. i'm ridiculously close to manifesting 'a husband like nanami kento'. as someone who let's just say is situated in the finance sector, no one wants that man more than me. it's embarrassing how nanami is like a living cheat code to everything i've ever wanted.

oh for to be a lawyer representing his office firm, occasionally coming in every few months and parading in mini skirts and high heels. acting as if we're only acquaintances during the meeting. and after the deposition we end up in the backseat of his car during his lunch break. seriously hoping no one from the office comes down and decides to check why his car is 'moving' like that. 🎀 why i'm going to give him 'marry me head' 🎀 (this is going to be a long list)

- he's a tall guy in finance. - he's blonde but in a hot way - his technique is finding someone's weak spots. - he's absolutely built - he takes things seriously. bro would take you throughly. - i have a thing for successful men - he pulls hair - he kills curses effortlessly - he's very good at being relaxed while in a fight - island holiday sex - that office attire with the suit does things - when he takes off the tie and wraps it around his hand, he should be wrapping it around my wrists. - he likes bread? i can give him cake - oh his job must be so stressful isn't it such a good thing i'm really good at massages - stability in this economy is like the hottest thing istfg - i've never seen a not HAWT nanami cosplayer (no one try and prove me wrong) - when he's mad it's crazy hot

why i'm sadly not riding that man until he places a ring on my finger in the malaysian sunset? - he wouldn't want a relationship. not because he doesn't desire one, but due to the demanding nature jujutsu sorcery, not only would that drain him out too much to care, but also because he wouldn't want to put his partner through the mental challenges of not knowing whether he'd return alive or death. and the mental challenges it would give his partner if he died. - i'm not 27. he gives me the horrific (for me) vibes that he'd only consider a relationship with someone who he's the same age as. - my japanese skills are really bad that makes communication in a relationship a problem.

🙈 geto suguru 🙈 hes beautiful, getting slightly too close to my type for comfort, but whether i could ignore my grievances with his lifestyle choices is yet to be debated. i have a lot of grievances with that why i would beg him to consider a one night stand w this monkey?!: - tall hot built how many times am i going to have to say tall hot built throughout this post. we KNOW the jjk men are fine. for sex the standard really is just if they're hot. - his hair his soft long black flowing princess hair everyday i thank twice and loona stans for existing. your lesbianism has stolen the scissors away from the hands of men. thank you for your service..

- he's so soft when treating people he likes i like people being nice to me

- i hate the clothes he wears as a cult leader are you pregnant with all those curses you're swallowing? like the way kenjaku definitely didn't swallow. because that outfit looks like villain maternity wear. the only upside is that it makes me even more motivated to get that man OUT of his clothes.

- something about his gentleman type personality with his either cult leader flair or his extreme dedication has me going crazy delusional as with nanami i am weak to men that have corporate expertise. it should scare me the way i cave. like okay i'll bleach my hair white and get blue contacts if that's what it takes to have you. please charm me and make me delusional

- he's hot while killing people aside from financially successful gentlemen, unfortunately i have the horrific ailment of snapping the minute i see a crazy guy with blood on his face that kills people with ease. and that one scene where he DECIMATED that guy and wiped the blood of his cheek ruined me

why i'm staying far FAR FAR FAR away - i may relate to gojo satoru but i'm not him bro isn't touching me. i'm not his blue eyed the strongest bc i'm gojo because i'm the strongest coat hanger overconfident sweet lover hates moral arguments high school bittersweet situationship.

- i actually HATE his moral argument due to the balance of equilibrium and market forces whatever, if jujutsu sorcerers were meant to be the prevailing thingy then they would be so. i could go into more detail but let's just say i couldn't be gojo because how could i be so selfless to let the situationship of my life go to chase a dream he'll never achieve for an argument that's wrong because he feels it to be more important than me. - he's got the megumi potential man effect "worst curse user" R U SRS? be fr. i know he handed tokyo student's asses back to them but i think he's just a heartbroken guy who's a little bad and has a goal or whatever. bro is NOT the worst curse user. - can't figure out if i would mind lobotomied geto or not. but he would definitely be freakier after those backshots he took. - his mouth probably tastes like a rag used to clean shit and vomit - to my knowledge i am not a jujutsu sorcerer

choso !! choso !! choso !! why i would?! OFC I WOULD

- this again at some point saying tall hot and built starts to get too repetitive. but when he pulled his clothing to the side during that fight with yuuji, i was staring for TOO LONG. - i think his blackhead pore strip is cute. - his personality is ridiculously cute. obviously this may sound odd but i think we can gather i'm rather odd. in MY opinion, it's cute. like idk his sincerity in his choices is very cute. - i know i could make him blush so easily.

why i wouldn't.... (unfortunately) - i'm not his brother if there's one thing i know about that man is that he is dedicated to his brothers. he will not hear anything i have to say and simply ignore me for i am not his brother i am a random person. - i don't want to carry on kenjaku's bloodline - family reunions w that man would be ridiculous - the cursed womb paintings 1-3 is a concept i don't wish to partake in

fushiguro toji he's a real one. didn't like his family so he finds himself a cute wife. he's absolutely goated w those skills. his choices with child raising leave me seriously concerned with what might happen after our sexual activities. i mean the minute he realises who megumi was after he resurrected he just went and killed himself. CRAZY. but yeah i'd fuck him - he's built - he's built - he had to make megumi somehow - bros got grey sweatpants and a compression shirt - he has that heavenly pact for physical prowess he should USE IT - lowkey like how the scar looks - he wants to hit core this is one way to do it - he's built - i can tell he would be good in bed call it a 7th sense

why i wouldn't: - he'd steal everything i own while i'm asleep - id have to pay him to fuck me - i am not his original wife, he's not going to want me. - i don't want those crazy zenin clan freaks knowing who i am - do i want him to traumatise my kid when hes revived again? - i don't like gambling addictions

sukuna ryomen.....

would...... - 4 arms - 2 dicks - doesn't he have a tongue on his stomach? - built - king of curses he can be the king of this pussy - i wanna ride him so bad while he sits on that throne of his - ngl whatever that white kimono he wears is hot - his voice - he's lowkey funny - he's hot i'm not even going to bother denying

why i wouldn't: - i'm not megumi - bro would kill me before i ask him if i can suck him off - why would he agree? - if i survived i feel i would be severely looked down upon for this choice of mine

mahito.... (hella ashamed for this not even lying) would: - he's built - he can change his body to anything wouldn't: - he'd kill me and he's not like nanami where death would be worth it for him

@saradika TSYM !! i googled and found the free spacers

next "why i wouldn't and wouldn't" will be the neos the nct boys (however long that takes with HOW MANY? members?)

#jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #choso smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #mahito smut #nanami smut #nanami kento smut

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epickiya722 · 2 months ago

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I love how some folks are pointing out that December 24th is the romantic day of the year (in Japanese culture) and gushing about how Horikoshi drew the sketch with Midoriya and Bakugou dressed up and delivering gifts and said sketch was posted on December 24th.

It is so cute and everything but I'm also like "OK, what about Miruko? What is my girl the chaperone? (≧▽≦)"

To that I say that after she's done delivering presents, she gets to go home to her own fiery firecracker, Burnin who already has cake and hot cocoa waiting for her in a pillow fort.

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months ago

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your favorite kryptonite

Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

summary: you think it should be illegal for someone this hot to work at your favorite comics & fandom shop

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MDNI. non canon AU. Dieter as a big fandom nerd (affectionate), brief one sided annoyance to lovers, mentions and discussions of various medias including marvel, video games & anime/manga, light use of gendered language, moment of harassment from a creep, Dieter cosplaying surprise, spicy themes, reader wears Dieter’s robe but no physical description is mentioned, light drug use (marijuana), silly chaotic but sweet!Dieter

word count: 4.3k

a/n: So I’m back with another wacky AU LOL this is my love letter to all things wonderfully nerdy & to nerd Dieter who in my heart i believe is totally a Kakashi and Goku fanboy lol the biggest thanks go out to @perotovar & @burntheedges who helped championed this and gave me the power up strength to continue, so grateful for y’all babes! And to you reading this thank you so much ♡

The new mecha anime figurines immediately draw your attention. Their sharp beautiful sleek designs stand impressively and although you might not be a huge fan you admire the striking style.

You’ve been coming to Atomic Planet Shop since your best friend dragged you here in high school years ago. Containing a wide range of things like a whole area to flip through comics, to a wall of Japanese manga - it’s a nerd’s paradise.

Currently you search for a birthday gift to get your best friend and maybe snag a treat for yourself.

“Oh, a fan of Gundam I see.” An eager and new voice calls from behind.

Turning back you discover someone slinking out from behind the register. Normally Raymond, the sweet older man who runs the store, would be here. But now someone new stands in his place and you’re stunned.

The guy emerging from behind the counter is gorgeous.

Scruffy beard, fluffy hair, wearing earrings and rings on his hand, he’s hot. The shirt he wears says “Wolverine Call Me” in a heart shape. His deep chocolate even eyes seem to dance curiously.

“Uh, just looking.” You politely reply.

“Whatcha looking for?”

You explain how you’re here looking for a birthday gift for your friend.

“Oh nice.” He nods appreciatively.

While you’re turned, giving this new worker your attrition, you finally notice the glass shelf behind the register.

Your eyes go wide fast at what you spot.

“Is that a new Stardew Valley cookbook?” You can’t even process the words, you’re still in awe at the sight. Precious little drawings fill the space to show familiar dishes, like pink cake and lucky lunch, from the game. It’s gorgeous and so unique.

“Oh hell yeah, you a fan?” The mystery man exclaims. “You know we have a whole little-”

“Video game section off to the side. Yeah.” You warmly cut him off.

Originally the store had been very comics and graphic novel focused. However over the years it’s evolved to add more fandom-like elements and now there’s even a small but impressive video game focused area.

A sweetly surprised look falls over the guy’s face and it paints him utterly charming.

“So who’s your go-to spouse in SDV?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You tell him and he nods sagely.

“I always go for Krobus. Gotta respect our cute sewer dweller.” He says.

While you laugh a flutter scurries across your heart.

A ring at the door chimes in breaking your sweet conversation and a cluster of guys walk into the store.

“Guess I’ll get back to birthday gift hunting.” You smile at the cute worker then return to the comic stacks.

Flipping through the different series and passing through many fun options, you catch the conversation off to the side.

The pack of young guys that walked in seem to know the cute worker and snicker with him about something.

“Oh yeah man, so I was rewatching Endgame the other day and the part where Scarlet Witch goes one on one with Thanos? Unrealistic!” One of them cackles and you pause.

Did they not even see or know about how powerful she’s confirmed to be in the other MCU projects? Even then, in the comics Scarlet Witch flat out changes the trajectory of reality. If anything Thanos is only strong because he got lucky.

But you hold your tongue and continue scanning through the comics.

These guys are probably just punk ass kids. You don’t want to waste your energy on these guys who probably also hate on other characters like Shuri and Carol Danvers.

Now the cute store worker scoffs amused but doesn’t correct them. Your face scrunches up.

You thought he was charming, maybe a bit eccentric, like a 90’s vibrant Lisa Frank vibe. Yet now your skin crawls just a little bit thinking he might be one of those unfortunately toxic gatekeeping jackass guys.

You decide to leave now. You still had time to look for a birthday gift for your best friend. So you’ll just come back later. Without a second glance to the cute worker, you slip out and wonder about maybe checking out another store.

Of course, you’re too tired to actively look for another store. The next time you return to Atomic Planet, you pray Raymond is there.

You’re excited and almost relieved to see the familiar eccentric older man smiling toothy at you from behind the counter.

“Well, you’re a wonderful sight for sore eyes!” He greets you and happily you catch up and chat with him.

Suddenly a chaotic bang clamors in. The handsome worker from last time tumbles out from the back room into the front as if he tried to rush over.

“Dieter man, what’s the rush?” Raymond laughs.

Dieter. So that’s his name.

The guy, Dieter, this time wears a Naruto shirt under a sleepy and cozy green robe. His hair is still fluffy and you don’t miss how wide eyes stare at you.

“Hey.” You politely but curtly reply.

“Hi.” Dieter waves and you hate how cute he looks.

“By the annoyed look on your face, I take it you’ve met this new headache.” Raymond chuckles and embarrassment rams into you knowing your annoyance is that obvious.

“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.” Raymond waves. “He cries when he watches My Neighbor Totoro.”

“Hey what the fuck!” Dieter cries and you press your lips together trying not to laugh.

“Just ignore him, honey.” Raymond winks and you grin wide.

After thanking him, you head back to the birthday gift search. Searching now through the manga selection you notice something moves by the corner of your eye.

Turning to the side, a large Totoro plushie floats beside you obviously being held up.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” A high pitch tone acting as the adorable creature's voice speaks out and your lips twitch.

From the side Dieter pops his head out.

His hair, rivaling a bird's nest, creates a cloud around him and his wide doe-like eyes peeking out are so hard to be fully annoyed at.

“You know,” he now fully speaks in his voice, moving to hold the large adorable plushie in his arms. “Never got your name.”

“You have my full permission to beat his ass if you need to, dear.” Raymond yells dully from the cash register and Dieter squawks horrified.

You laugh bright. Turning to the side you see Dieter already holds his hand out. The half crooked grin on his face paints him so boyish.

“Name’s Dieter.”

You shake his hand, finally giving him your name.

“So, do you really think Scarlet Witch can’t take on Thanos?” You offer light.

Dieter sighs loud. “I knew those guys and what we were talking about might’ve pissed you off.”

So he was watching you. That brings in a curious warmth that courses through you.

“Well I do apologize.” He bows his head a bit. You at least appreciate that.

“I bet those guys are the same ones that don’t like Carol Danvers either or even know that Squirrel Girl defeated Thanos.” You add a bit snippy.

“You know your shit, I like that.” Dieter replies proud and the way his voice drips out smooth does something dangerous to your heart.

You shrug but fight off the smug grin threatening to mirror his.

“Maybe you need to go Gandalf on my ass and teach me a thing or two, like maybe over coffee?” Dieter offers and you’re knocked out.

So he feels this spark, chemistry or whatever it is, between you too.

“Maybe,” you reply back with a grin. “For now I gotta get back to gift shopping.”

“You still haven’t found your friend a gift?! Geeze, what kind of bestie are you?!” He cries out teasing and you roll your eyes.

It’s getting harder staying annoyed with him and not taking up his offer to get coffee.

You eventually decide on a comic art book for your friend and then spot the assorted mystery box trinkets to maybe snag a few for her and even for yourself.

“I know everyone says Goku would beat the fuck out of Thanos, but you know who else would too without breaking a sweat?” Dieter’s voice again arrives at your side. He’s rather persistent, your cute, slightly not so annoying gnat.

“Sailor Moon.” He answers himself sagely.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You snicker amused.

He practically beams besides you when you agree.

You ask if he’s a fan.

“Oh hell yeah! Sailor Venus is my fav.” Dieter cries. “I can sing the entire song theme opening for you if you’d like. Not to brag, but that and the second Naruto theme opening are my go to karaoke songs.”

You laugh, feeling it deep into your bones. He’s chaotic, but unbearably endearing.

In a blink, a rush comes in all at once. The fun sweet bubble you had been cultivating deflates and you hate how disappointed you get seeing Dieter scramble to try and work.

When you go check out, you’re surprised he’s the one at your register.

Even though he’s focused on working you don’t miss the way his eyes flicker up to you shyly but with a confident smirk. He turns to fully gift wrap the items knowing they’re going to be a present and you thank him for that.

When you grab your bag he gives you a smooth wink and you playfully glare at him.

Later at home, when you unpack everything, you find an extra surprise in the bag.

It’s a small box of strawberry pocky snacks you know you didn’t buy.

There’s a sticky note attached to it.

A sweet treat for a sweet customer! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ♡)

Call me if you ever wanna get coffee or just talk nerd shit and make me absolutely fall even harder for you

Underneath the message, he left you his number and you can’t believe it. After squealing about it with a few of your friends, you text him.

Dieter replies back quick with the funniest excited cat reaction meme and you realize you might be in the best kind of trouble with this guy.

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You didn’t expect the convention to be this crowded. Chatter fills the air as cosplayers move all around.

The booths stretch endless with countless tempting merch.

Your best friend tried to get you to plan a fun cosplay with her. However neither you or her could decide on what to pick in time. Now you're gladly comfortable in an everyday outfit and simply allow yourself to be in awe at the intricate lovely costumes.

While scanning the convention and taking in the beautifully controlled chaos in, you also hope to catch sight of someone in particular.

“Dude, stop trying to look for your hot nerd boyfriend.” Your best friend snorts and your heart trips over itself.

Embarrassed, you chide her and remind her that Dieter isn’t your boyfriend.

“Oh yeah because texting a guy everyday for the past month and going to cute cat cafes with him isn't dating.” She deadpans with a smirk.

You playfully glare at her.

It’s not official and you don’t want to rush whatever this is with Dieter. You haven’t even been to his place yet. You don’t mind though. You’ve just been enjoying getting to know him more.

You learn Dieter’s favorite video game is Hollow Knight and his favorite anime is Neon Genesis Evangelion.

His favorite comic book villain of all time is the Condiment King.

Matcha flavored Kit Kats have become his newest obsession session.

He saw all the Lord of the Rings movies in theater and can practically quote The Two Towers. Still has the comic book his best friend in middle school gave to him. Also refuses to let any of his Animal Crossing villagers leave because he’s so attached to them.

Dieter had made you laugh more than you can count, but he can be a bit ridiculous.

Like when he called you after he got off a late closing night shift to ask if Pacific Rim was real did you think the Kaiju monsters would maybe stop attacking if they found out how much he loves them.

Dieter does have his headache moments, but he’s an endearing kaleidoscope of a soul.

Earlier this week when you visited him at the shop, he said he was going to be here at the conversation. But with how bad the convention center’s wifi is, you haven’t been able to contact him.

“He even said he was coming in cosplay just for today right? Any ideas what he’s showing up as?” Your best friend wiggles her eyes while you and her stroll down an artist alley.

“No!” You huff still upset. “He said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

While you appreciate him wanting to wait for a dramatic reveal, you wanted to know what his outfit was from the minute he told you.

You wanted to maybe try dedicatedly searching for him, but you get completely enthralled by the mass amounts of merchandise delightfully distracting you.

You spot incredible fan art pieces, adorable handmade keychains, and very expensive but beautiful figurines.

It’s like a mini wonderland.

Checking out the cute earrings at the stall you’re at, you lose sight of your best friend. When you turn to excitedly talk with her, that’s when you spot it.

She’s a few steps away, very politely trying to inch away from a guy, dressed in a Deadpool suit without the mask on. He’s talking way too aggressively and getting way too close to your friend.

Immediately you rush over and happily jump in.

“I gotta show you this!” You thankfully have the best excuse to pull her away.

But the guy only takes it as an opening to instead follow you both now.

“Just ignore him.” Your best friend whispers to you.

You and her continue to stare at the jewelry. Yet the guy remains. He continues his discussion and seems to get upset that you or your friend aren’t replying. It’s creepy and persistent especially with how he refuses to budge or take the hint.

You try lightly deflating the situation by apologizing and saying you and your friend just want to enjoy shopping.

“Oh, is shopping all you two came here for? You know, you fucking losers aren’t even in cosplay. Fake ass fans.”

Now he gets really aggressive.

The air and tension shift. The poor cute shop owner in her adorable R2D2 dress even reacts getting upset.

“Look, we just wanna enjoy the con.” Your best friend replies sharp with a hard scowl.

“What in the fantastic fuck do we have here?”

Suddenly Dieter’s voice rings out excited and bright and you almost sob.

You whip your face around to spot him.

Except it is and isn’t him.

His hair is slicked back, gelled and curled. Thick gray colored hairs line his temples. It even looks like he shaved a bit.

He’s dressed as Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic himself.

The outfit looks based on the classic 1960’s first comic book released aesthetic and it compliments Dieter’s frame gorgeously. His shoulders look unbelievably broad and his even arms seemed bigger in the tight soft baby blue material. You’ve never seen him in something so form fitting and it has your throat drying up.

You’ve even momentarily forgotten about the guy bothering you and your best friend.

“You bothering these two, ya fucking creep?” Dieter says with a nudge of his chin.

It’s hot as fuck.

The guy stunned gapes like a fish and stammers, but no words come out.

“Beat it before I shove a lightsaber up your ass.” Dieter replies bored, but it adds a sense of deadliness to his words.

The Deadpool cosplayer turns on his heels and immediately scrambles away. Your knees almost buckle overwhelmed.

Your best friend and even the stall owner cry out wildly excited in a bright neon awe of Dieter. You swallow back a sob as you turn to embrace him. His warm large hands pat you comfortingly.

“You saved us.” You teasingly sob, but truthfully you know he did.

“I’d been looking for you for a hot minute and was about to make some sort of raptor call noise to get your attention until I saw that shit going down.” Dieter explains.

“What a hero.” Your friend jokingly adds, but you hear it in her voice how grateful she is.

Dieter snickers.

“Guess you could almost say I was fantastic… mister fantast-”

You cut Dieter off with a quick kiss to his cheek before he can make the pun and your friend along with the stall owner laugh.

Gingerly, almost tentatively you move to intertwine your hand with his. He reacts immediately pulling you to his side.

For the rest of the convention Dieter stays besides you, walking hand in hand with you.

Even when you arrive at the booth for Atomic Planet, the real reason why Dieter was here to help work, Raymond waves him away saying to enjoy the convention with you.

Your heart flutters and Dieter squeezes your hand excitedly.

The rest of the time is a blissful geeked out dream. Dieter buys you a few keychains, even treats you and your best friend to a bite to eat.

You came to the convention with your best friend…

But you leave with Dieter.

Especially when your best friend urges you to go home with him and enjoy his hot cosplay.

You give her a look when she cheekily tells you that, but she isn’t wrong. Even when you grabbed the quick bite before the night ended, it was hard trying to ignore the amount of people turning to stare at Dieter with wide curious eyes.

And a little twinge of something faintly possessive bubbles in you.

That’s why when you slide into the passenger seat of his car, your heart drums loudly in your ears trying to fight against the urge to just suck his cock right here in the car.

“So uh…” Dieter begins cautiously and even a bit bashfully. “I don’t wanna sound too aggressive and you can tell me no, but can I kiss you-”

You don’t even let him finish before you’re sliding over the seat to him.

He scrambles and immediately pulls you close as his lips become a magnet to yours.

This is the first time you’re really truly kissing Dieter. You’ve kissed him gently good night before. He’s been cute with leaving kisses to your cheek or even against the back of your head like a Victorian gentleman. But now it’s a raw unraveling getting to tasting him from the source so greedy.

You won’t dare admit it outloud, but the soft feel of his lips, the scrape of his jaw, the smell of his delicious cologne, and how warm he consumes you -

It’s pretty fantastic.

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Dieter’s room is a treasure trove.

Framed posters of Pacific Rim, AKIRA, The Iron Giant, and the original Pokemon Kanto generation line the walls. His bookshelf is filled not just with comic books and manga, but various impressive graphic novels.

A mock infinity gauntlet sits beside his television. So many anime figurines, including a really nice Goku one, stand protecting his reading collection.

What surprises you is his expansive and sleek gaming corner which includes a striking computer set up.

“You look hot as fuck standing in my robe and knowing I just came in you a few hours ago is even hotter.” Dieter says from his bed in the most sinful but half groggily asleep voice.

You smirk and continue to soak in his room.

“So do you get good discounts from the store?” You ask.

“Yeah, but it also helps that I co-own it.” Dieter casually tells you. You hear him shifting among the seats then catch the flicker of the lighter igniting.

However your eyes go wide realizing what he said and you whip back around to him.

“Wait?! You co-own the shop?”

“Well yeah, Raymond, that old fuck, is my uncle.” Dieter coughs out as he exhales from the hit he took off his weed pipe.

Dieter even explains how, because his uncle is starting to get a bit older, he decided to step in to help run the place.

“Besides, how else could I show off my extensive knowledge of elvish language other than at the shop?” He says proudly.

How did you just now learn this?

Dieter reminds you of a rubik cube you think you’ve finally figured out, think you found a groove for - until one out of the corners a jack in the box pops out.

Before you can even ask him about the shop or about his uncle, Dieter’s phone goes off.

The loud ringtone sings into the room and your eyes go wide hearing it. Dieter checks who’s calling then denies the call muttering out about how spam scam callers need to be fed to a sarlacc pit.

“Wait…is Cascada’s ‘Everytime We Touch’ actually your ringtone?” You ask, still not believing it.

“Fuck yeah it is, baby! That song is untouchable!” He cries and you can’t help but laugh.

Dieter smirks then pats the open spot on the bed where you had been resting before. Sliding back into the warmth with him, he gently pulls your face to him and kisses you softly.

The taste of the smoke lingers on his lips, but it’s still him beneath it all. You eventually wind up in his arms, cozy and warm in his embrace.

“I noticed the nice audio and mic setup.” You comment while his fingers draw aimlessly against your skin. “You trying to maybe go the YouTuber route?”

“Nah. Maybe. Who knows.” He shrugs. “It’s mainly for something else.”

Now his voice grows a bit distant.

You gently ask him what that something else is and Dieter fidgets

“Don’t… don’t laugh okay.” He mumbles adorably.

You reassure him earnestly you won’t.

He sighs.

“So I’ve been wanting to get into voice acting work.” Dieter reveals with a mutter, even sounding a bit embarrassed

However, you perk up so bright. Turning in his arms you eagerly smile at him.

“Di, that sounds amazing!” You mean those words.

You can’t help but ramble about how great he would be for that. He has the personality for it and he’s told you how he’s done some stage acting work. Plus, it just fits him. You think of all the silly voices he does and you hope now he can make this path a reality.

Dieter’s handsome face falls a bit and you stop. You wonder if you’ve scared him off, or maybe he thinks you’re possibly making fun of him.

You’re about to apologize when Dieter swiftly moves to kiss you feral and fierce. His tongue slides into your mouth with a moan you greedily swallow.

The conversation is put on pause when his hands slide up your thighs, straight to your core, and you fall apart with him once again.

Basking in the afterglow you rest against his chest now feeling sleepy, not even knowing what time it is. You realize being with Dieter is like existing in a realm a bit separated from reality sometimes and it’s beautiful.

“I don’t wanna be that lame guy,” Dieter begins. “But shit, I already really really kind of like you a fucking lot.”

Your lips fight back a smile you can’t beat. You turn to bury your face against his warm bared chest.

“I really kinda like you a lot too.” You admit.

“That’s unfortunate.” He replies and you snort.

“It’s okay. I only want the good discount on merch at the shop.” You reply cheekily.

“Aw! You don’t even want me for my body? Just my discount?!” He cries hurt and even jokingly moves to shove you off.

“Well.” Then he pauses. “Guess I could call my dick a discount, but then again… there isn’t anything short about that-”

You cut him off with an eye roll and he snickers wildly amused.

His fingers move to tickle you, to corrupt you into his same fit of giggles and you wheezing trying to squirm away from him.

Dieter’s hands eventually snake around you and draw you back into his chest. You melt against him willingly and even sigh comforted.

“Next time if we go to a convention, if you feel comfortable with it, you should cosplay.” He comments.

You admit that you’ve thought about it and list a few ideas you’ve had. But mainly, your mind thinks about the different outfits Dieter could go as.

The thought of him now as Doctor Doom instead of the heroic Reed Richards is a glorious thought.

But of course there’s so many other incredible options.

Dieter as Harvey or even Marlon from Stardew Valley.

Even a few anime characters that would fit him so well come to mind.

Specifically Kishibe from the series Chainsaw Man, with his striking cut across his mouth and incredibly lazy hot older demeanor, just fits Dieter so well it stirs something in you again.

“Maybe next con,” Dieter offers and pulls you from your thoughts. “I’m thinking about going as Tuxedo Mask. Do you wanna be my Sailor Moon?”

A couples matching outfit.

You didn’t even think of that. That’s what he was nudging towards.

You didn’t even think of that. But just getting to be beside him is something sweetly moving.

Then thinking about him in the sleek tuxedo outfit, in the white mask, is a dangerous thought you already ache to maybe see come true.

“We’ll see.” You hum with a smile, but when you go to kiss him it feels like a gilded warm promise.

“Never mind. I want us to go as Undertale characters and I wanna be Sans.” Dieter says suddenly and you snort against his shoulder.

This time spent with him, and the promise of maybe something more, is sweet starlit bliss.

#I blame this on wanting another anime tattoo so I’m sorry I’m here to spread the nerd Dieter agenda lol #comic bookstore owner!Dieter #nerd!Dieter #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo x you #pedrostories

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hoshinasblade · 6 months ago

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Professor!Hoshina thoughts.

Like I instinctually think he’d be an English teacher who does higher level courses specializing in Japanese literature and poetry. The kind where the class size is like 20 people or less.

On the other hand, I can also see him teaching gen ed literature for entering freshmen and just being a super chill guy. He’d be all “I get that the majority of you don’t want to be here, but you gotta so let’s get through this together.”

Regardless of type of course, I think Hoshina would know exactly how to motivate (oo la la~ lol) his students. He understands people have lives outside of his classroom. He’s attentive during one-on-one conferences, and has great office hours. General student consensus is that he’s strict, but fair.

Also glasses. Like reading glasses. He doesn’t wear them while teaching, but he does in his office for grading and doing computer work. Idk if this is what you’re looking for l, but yeah

if i could make out with this ask, i would have 🥹 this is a bit long so buckle up.

quick trivia that i am an english major; that's why i mentioned in my post before that i am biased on making vice-captain hoshina an english professor if i am going to write a fic where he is a teacher. it just fits his character, i would agree. it's also canon that he reads poetry so there's that too. personally i agree that he would be someone who teaches something esoteric as this parallels his role in the manga/anime. might be slightly off-tangent but this assumption of mine relates to how hoshina is portrayed as someone who is stubborn and proud. it was clear in the beginning that his own father thought that use of blades is already obsolete, but what did hoshina do? he persevered, earning a spot beside the highest ranking official in the third division. i would say something similar would happen when hoshina decided to go down his own path of being a professor - he comes from a well-off clan, i suppose he can choose any other profession if he wants to, but he stands by his decision to be a part of the academe anyway.

now off to the good stuff. NSFW AFTER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

hoshina is strict within the four corners of the classroom because he values his principles and his reputation. he can be friends with a few of his students outside school but during class hours, he carries himself as serious and businesslike. which is why i arrived at two scenarios if we are going to discuss anything nsfw involving professor!hoshina:

professor!hoshina x student!reader has a very slim chance of happening but you will be able to make it happen because hoshina sees himself at you. of course you being hot and attractive also helps out your case, but what takes the cake is that you aren't scared to speak your thoughts and fight for them. i can imagine a classroom setup, a heated argument about a required reading, and you find yourself on the opposite side of the discussion from hoshina. usually a student would be afraid to disagree with a professor's opinion, but not you and that gets his attention. having learned that you are in his class not because you ran out of elective program to enrol to but because you actually like the specialised course, i see hoshina getting impressed at how much you respect his field of expertise. the thing is i don't believe he would proactively initiate a sexual relationship with one of his students, but one after-class consultation leads to another, and the farthest he is willing to go with you is... sexting. he is already gambling with his life here, but he thinks this is the safest the both of you can go where losses will not be much. you don't send him nudes right away because you know him better than that - the pictures you send him are just enough to provoke something inside him: a shot of you wearing a black lace bra that barely covered your nipples, or a skimpy skirt that showcases your ass. his response would be him telling you in explicit detail what he would like to do to you once you are not his student anymore. when you got your clearance to graduate, he celebrated by asking you to sit on his desk, commanding you to show him your pussy and finger yourself for him as he jerks off his cock in front of you, watching. he will most definitely fuck you on top of the desk after, and to hell with the papers and documents atop his table, he won't stop his thrusts until he gets to cum inside you for the first time.

professor!hoshina x colleague!reader where hoshina is rightfully hesitant on starting anything at all because he thinks workplace affairs are tacky and impractical. but you make him laugh, and you are not bad at your job too (he's interested at the fact your students are fond of you despite the fact that your program has such a high rate of failing students). he commiserates with you on the struggle of being an effective class facilitator and he is surprised at how you and him have so much in common - you are both into poetry but hates superficial verbiage, you and him believe that a professor's role is not only to teach, but to make sure that students are learning - sometimes those two can be different things - and that although you prefer less sugar, you and hoshina are into coffee. when the literature department spent a friday night drinking at the local bar, you were stuck in the streets during the late hour, and hoshina being a gentleman, offered to take you home. which he did - take you home, just with the worst intentions. maybe it's the alcohol that made him cockier than usual, or maybe it was him catching a glimpse of you undressing so you can change into a more comfortable blouse, but he took the leap of kissing you first, shoving his tongue in your throat, his palm roaming on your chest. let's just say that you were lucky it was the weekend the morning after, because it would have been embarrassing to be walking funny in campus.

... i feel like i yapped too much, so im gonna stop now lol. if you have more thoughts, my inbox is always open. :)

EDIT: just an addition because i think i missed the last part of your ask - YES, GLASSES ON PROFESSOR!HOSHINA. i already came up with a scene where you took his eyeglasses off because you already wanna eat his face and he's like "you know i can't see you that well without my glasses right", and your response will be "that's fine, i can take the lead". my brain is melting with all the ideas, someone help me 😩😩😩

#lian replies #hoshina #hoshina soshiro #soshiro hoshina #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina x reader #kn8 x reader #hoshina soshiro smut

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago

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HE COMES AT NIGHT (Vampire!Zoro x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You suddenly find out why the people in the village you recently moved to become so strange at night when you discover that the legend Zoro Roronoa, the bloodthirsty Swordsman, is real. And he’s got his sights set on those who wander the streets after sundown and don’t believe in him…that being you.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Period Piece AU; Porn w/ Plot; Stalking; Horror/Fantasy; Supernatural; Dubcon/R*pe; Knife Play; Stripping; Forced Deepthroat; Cunnilingus; Mating Press; Breeding Kink; Dom!Zoro + sub!Reader; Black-Coded!Reader; Cum Play; Biting; Blood Play; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Three one shots in one day. There’s something wrong with me. Take my laptop AWAY. Enjoy!! -Jazz 🖤🖤

Japanese Term Wordbank:

Minka — A traditional Japanese house; translates to “house of the people”

Kimono — Traditional Japanese garment & national dress of Japan

Sake — A alcoholic beverage from Japan; can be served hot, cold or room temp; often enjoyed with Asian cuisine & appetizers

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The new village you’ve recently moved to is….strange.

Or rather, the villagers are. And you feel awful and terribly guilty for thinking this way. They are an extremely kind, humble, generous, and helpful group of individuals. Living in a small village means community to them, such as watching children when their parents aren’t home; carrying groceries for senior citizens; delivering gifts to homes for birthdays and housewarmings…

And warning those to be inside by nightfall.

You were lucky enough to fall victim to the villagers’ kindness and hospitality when you moved to the quaint little village of rolling hills, forests, small businesses, and hanoks just a month ago. You were freshly out of your parents’ home to pursue a career in the medical field and were accepted into a medical program to become a nurse just five months ago.

Your parents were originally apprehensive about the idea, but after seeing how small and low in crime the village is, and how close your new home would be to your class location, they allowed you to move. Immediately, your neighbors delivered cakes, bottles of sake, and good wishes to you. It made you feel at home.

You are now aware of how sweet and humble these people are, but you’re also aware of how superstitious they are too. It’s not as simple as your mother leaving a candle in her dark house to ward off spirits when you were young or not walking under a ladder.

You started noticing it while walking home from your classes with your friend from school in the evening time. Your classes, which begin in the afternoon at 11 AM sharp, end every evening at 5 PM just as the last of the autumn sun glints over the horizon and the small village before nightfall.

And every evening, like clockwork, small businesses close their doors for the night. Parents urge their children in the house after playing all afternoon. You had thought it was nothing at first, but then you started noticing more strange things: curtains being drawn; lanterns and candles being snuffed so the entire village is dark as night; homeowners putting candles and expensive sake on their doorsteps.

One day while walking to dinner in your flowery kimono and carrying your medical book for studying and wicker basket for your lunch, you decide to ask your friend about it. She’s been living in the village since birth and you bonded over your shared love for cooking and cute men.

”Hey, hold on a second,” you call to her from up the trail. You decided since it’s Friday and you were dismissed early to go for dinner at a ramen place she knows about just up the road from your school…with the intention of coming home before dark, of course.

She stops, turning to you in her own pretty kimono and slippers. “What’s wrong?” She asks, concerned before grinning at you. “Those spicy rice balls making you nervous now? You seemed so confident earlier.”

You roll your eyes at her teasing. “No, it’s not about the food. It’s about that food.” You point at the offering sitting on the steps of a Minka. Perfectly sculpted rice balls, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a bottle of sake with a cup sit there surrounded by vibrant red flowers.

“What’s this for?” you curiously ask your friend. “I see people leaving food out all of the time. Is it an offering or…”

Your question trails off when you catch your friend’s expression. She looks absolutely terrified, her eyes wide and her body stiff. “You mean…you don’t know?” She softly asks, like someone will hear her. “No one told you?”

You scowl at her, confused. Is she joking with you? “Told me what?” you demand. “What do you mean by that?” Your friend looks around to make sure no one is listening. You find that odd too. “C’mon,” she whispers, waving you along. “I’ll explain at dinner.” You tentatively follow, your hairs standing up on end for some reason.

Your friend keeps her promise. While at dinner, over a plate of spicy rice balls, two small bowls of miso ramen, and a bottle of Kamikokoro Peach Sake, she starts explaining the ways of her people. She leans in like she’s telling a scary story, eyes narrowed and her hands planted firmly on the table.

“Long ago, hundreds of years before us, a swordsman once lived here. He was known throughout the land and beyond for his great craft of fighting with his swords. He is said to have carried three—two in his hands and one in his mouth between his teeth. He went by the name Zoro Roronoa.”

You are already giggling, sipping more of the sweet sake as you listen to the obviously-made-up story. Who the fuck carries a sword in their mouth?

“His name still puts fear in the hearts of those who know it, so much so that it’s only whispered. One day, the swordsman died. It’s still unclear how it happened—some say it was illness; others say he was brutally murdered by an enemy…but he didn’t die. Not in the way all humans do.”

You quirk a brow at her, playing along in her game as the sake makes you feel fuzzy and warm. “His body was discovered, but he wasn’t buried. When a casket was bought and a grave was dug for him, his body suddenly vanished without a trace.”

Now you really laugh. There is no way she can believe this is real! “As time went on, villagers started disappearing in the dead of night. If they were lucky, their bodies would be found the next morning completely slashed, sliced, and diced.”

She takes a sip of her sake, calm and cool. “Almost as if a sword had gotten them,” she adds. You feel a sudden chill and wrap your kimono tighter around yourself.

“It became a pattern in the village: people who were foolish enough to walk at night would fall victim to Zoro the Swordsman. If they were completely spirited away and not found, their bodies would come up completely unrecognizable.”

“But why?” you find yourself asking. “Just because people are out at night, he goes and kills them?”

Your friend’s eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Oh, Y/N, no. People who know of him aren’t out past sundown. The people who are are disbelievers. Those are the people Zoro goes after.”

You scowl at her, confused and becoming irritated with this supernatural BS story. “He thrives off of belief,” she explains. “It fuels him and makes him more powerful…it also keeps him away. But if you happen to be one of those unlucky souls that come across him at night, you’ll be responsible for fueling his bloodlust. Zoro is said to be a merciful being.”

“And this was a real person?” you smirkingly ask. “Not just some urban legend or spooky story to keep bad kids inside at night?”

Your friend sighs and shakes her head like you’re deluded. “He’s not just either one of those things. He’s considered so much more here—a God to some, a demon to others, but he is worshiped and his rules are closely followed…unless you have a death wish.”

She pauses to slurp down her ramen and so do you, the food suddenly tasting like paste. “Have you seen him before?” You curiously ask.

Your friend looks like you just admitted to murder. “Are you insane?! No way! I’m always in the house before sundown. I’m not trying to get killed!”

You cock your head at her. “Then how do you know he’s even real, hm? How does anyone know this supernatural swordsman even exists?”

Once again, your friend shakes her head at you. “Just because you don’t see him doesn’t mean he’s fake. The bodies that have popped up around here are proof of that. But you keep acting like he’s a bullshit bedtime story.”

She reaches across to play with a loose strand of your hair. “He likes pretty little things like you…pretty, careless little things that don’t believe and refuse to believe.” You swat her away and you both laugh, but her words make something in your stomach roil.

The rest of dinner is normal and filled with laughs. You polish off the rest of your sake with ease along with your supper, feeling full and drunk once you finish. Your friend asks if she can walk you home, but you decline. “I’m a big girl,” you drunkenly giggle. “I’m only a two-minute walk away.”

Your friend looks worried, but hugs you nonetheless. “Just get home safe and be very careful. It’s already nightfall.” She looks around the dark, semi-empty streets with concern and alert, but you don’t. The alcohol makes you feel fuzzy, giddy, and a false sense of security.

But once you wave farewell to your friend and depart, heading off in the opposite direction, that security fades. You suddenly become hyper-aware of how…empty the streets are. They are completely deserted except for an animal here and there-a stray dog; a hooting owl; a fox scurrying into a bush).

There is no sign of a human anywhere.

Swallowing roughly, you keep a hand on the small knife your father forced you to take with you and keep your footsteps brisk yet careful. Your walk is short. All you have to do is keep walking. You don’t think about turning around to run back to your friend or to the restaurant (it’s probably closed, anyway).

You don’t think about how dark and quiet it is. You only think about your bed and how good it’s going to feel once you’re in it.

Yes, your fluffy, warm bed. Your cozy, warm home. Nothing bad happens there. Nothing can hurt you there. Nothing can—

“Stop.”

The voice comes out of nowhere. It is unfamiliar and deep, but also soft and quiet. It blends with the wind, but it is so distinctly manly that you know that it’s not the wind at all. And what do you do? You stop, out of shock. Turning around, you grip your knife harder as you peer down the cobbled road and row of dark, quiet homes.

“Hello?” you call.

You see nothing. You hear nothing. No voices, anyway. Figuring it’s just your paranoia, you turn and keep walking a little faster this time. “I said stop,” the voice, again, demands. He—whoever he is—sounds irritated this time. There is an angry rasp in his tone that sends shivers up your spine.

You turn around again and this time, you do see something…or someone. All you see is a shadowy figure…a big, bulky, shadowy figure with broad shoulders and towers over you despite it being feet away. You squint at it in the darkness, perplexed and afraid. “W-Who are you?” You shakily ask. “Why are you following me?”

The man, or what you think is a man, doesn’t respond. He just stands there. Menacingly.

“Sir?” you call. “Can I help you with something? If not, I need you to stop following me or—“

”You didn’t listen,” he says. His voice is deep and raspy echoing across the empty courtyard. It shocks you to your core and immediately, your intuition kicks in. You feel your stomach drop and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Suddenly, his hand moves to the long handle jutting out of his side. A sword. “What?” You gasp, finding your voice again.

“I said. You didn’t listen.”

He slides the sword out of the sheathe at his side. The metal glints in the moonlight, stealing your breath away.

“You didn’t listen to your friend, so now you’re mine.”

Slowly, he lifts the sword to his mouth and licks it, his pink, pierced tongue sliding down the silver blade. A smirk appears on his lips along with a menacing glint in his eye that sends shivers down your spine.

He’s real. Zoro the Swordsman is real. “O-Oh, my God,” you whisper. You back away, your body shivering, but he only steps forward. “Don’t run from me,” he growls. “It’ll do you good to stay exactly where you are. I’ll catch you.”

You don’t listen. Fear has taken over, kicking your fight or flight switch on. You choose the latter. “Stay away!” you scream. “Stay away from me!”

Quickly, you turn around and begin to blindly run away, your shoes furiously clicking across the cobblestones. You think you hear the swordsman behind you, but you don’t turn around to look. You’re too scared.

You run and run and run, pumping your legs even as they burn. Tears begin to spring into your eyes as your desperation and terror increase, pumping more adrenaline in your body. You can’t die out here. You can’t. Not like this. So you continue to run, dodging between buildings and dark corners to hide yourself even as the moon glows above.

Then you finally see your neighborhood and run faster, puffs of air leaving your lips. When you finally, thankfully, make it to your front door, you look back to see if he’s still there. All you see are swaying trees and dark houses. He is nowhere in sight. You’ve lost him.

You laugh in relief, almost hysterical. You’ve never been so happy to see your front door before. Quickly, you dig into your bag for your keys and fumble a bit with them, not quite able to get your door key together because of your shaky hands. “Come on, come on,” you whimper, your nerves frazzled.

This lapse in judgment and calmness would be enough for any predator to sneak up and take advantage of you…and it is. Suddenly, you’re being pushed against your door by a big, muscular frame and your keys are tumbling to the ground. You let out a scream, but it’s quickly muffled by Zoro’s big hand and thick, ring-covered fingers.

“You’re a cute little thing,” he growls, “but you’re also very stupid. I told you not to run. I told I’d catch you. And you still ran.” You feel him press harder against you, his knee wedging between your thighs. “But I also like stubbornness. Makes it a lot more fun.”

His chuckle sends shivers down your spine. “Pwease!” you say behind his hand. He moves it away to let you speak freely, still trapping you against him.

“Please,” you sob. “Please don’t hurt me. I-I’ll give you whatever money you want, just don’t—!”

“Shut up,” he demands, sounding enraged by the idea. You quickly button your lip despite the soft sobs spilling from you. “Don’t disrespect me like that. I don’t want your fucking money.” Confused, you turn your head slightly to look at him. He is truly a handsome man with emerald, green hair cropped short, crimson eyes, and three gold earrings dangling from his right ear.

“T-Then what do you want?” you whimper.

Zoro reaches a hand over you to grasp the doorknob, magically unlocking the door. “Open the door slowly,” he whispers. “Don’t turn on the light.” He gets off of you, but the sharp tip of his sword stops you from celebrating too much.

With a sob, you turn the knob, open your door, and walk into your small, quiet, dark living area. The floral scent wafting through the air does nothing to relax you as it would after an exhausting day. You hear the door shut behind you and begin to cower, your knees nearly buckling on yourself. Here you are. Alone. In the dark. With a murderous urban legend.

Your mind tries to desperately grasp from straws. For any kind of logic. How is this happening? Are you really that drunk? Did you pass out somewhere and you’re dreaming? Is he just a nightmare? A ghost, maybe?

“Look at me,” Zoro raspily demands. “Take a look at the legend himself.”

Slowly, you turn to him and there he is standing in the moonlight pouring in through your draped window. He is big and tall, towering over you at around six feet. He is built like a tank, sinewy with muscle. Broad shoulders. Big arms. Big pectorals. Big legs. Big everything. In other circumstances, you’d be climbing him like a tree.

The swordsman stands before you, staring you down, his face illuminated by the silver glow of the moon. “You didn’t believe in me. You didn’t heed your friend’s warnings. Now you face the consequences.”

His pink lips curl into a smirk. “Me.” He grips his sword at his side.

Your knees buckle and you press your hands together in a prayer. The effects of the alcohol have begun to fade, leaving you horribly sober. ”Please!” you beg, crying hysterically. “Don’t hurt me! I-I’m new here and I didn’t know! I’m so sorry I disrespected you!”

Zoro rolls his eyes, the most human thing he’s done in the time you’ve known him. ”Too late for that,” he scoffs.

But then he pauses, thinking on it for a moment. “But I suppose I could teach you a lesson without this.” He slides his sword into his sheathe and stupid hope blooms inside of you.

“I think I have another special sword for this punishment.” His smirk turns into a twisted smile that you don’t like at all. ”W-What do you mean?” you whisper.

You think you know, but you’re hoping to God almighty that you’re just being paranoid. Unfortunately, your intuition is right as Zoro takes a step towards you, his smile fading. “Take off your robe,” he demands. His voice is low and not up for the games.

But even so, your dumb, sluggish mind still struggles to “W-What?” you softly gasp. Zoro makes a face, absolutely dumbfounded by your stupidity. “You can’t be this dumb. I said take off your robe.” His hand goes for his sword again. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

He stares you down, silently daring you to disobey him. With a sob of defeat, you lower your basket and begin to disrobe, your fingers trembling and slipping from the knot holding your kimono together.

“Hurry up,” Zoro growls, impatient but also growing harder as he watches you. You can tell from the bulge in his pants that pushes against his black slacks. You go as quickly as possible and finally reveal yourself to him.

Zoro hums in appreciation at the sight of your body. You, however, just shiver and quake in humiliation and fear at being exposed in front of this…this monster. Your nipples are hard from the chill, the fear, and…maybe even arousal? Even now, you can feel a warm tingle between your thighs where, luckily, your lace panties are. How can this be?

The swordsman strides towards you and unsheathes one of his swords. “Please,” you whisper, your skin both hot and cold.

Ignoring you, he takes the tip of the sword and gently drags it down your midsection, keeping the pressure light and slow. You only feel the slight point glide against your skin, causing goose pimples to explode across your body.

Snip.

You gasp, realizing that Zoro has cut through your panties at the speed of light without you even knowing. He then grabs you with his free hand, gripping your arm. You begin to push away from him, struggling against his chest. “No!” you shout. “Don’t! Just leave me be!”

”Silence!” he barks, loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood and scare the moon away.

His voice then dips low, turning soft as he sheaths his sword. “I just want to touch you.” He uses the back of his hand to stroke your cheek. You cringe at his touch. ”So soft,” he sighs. “So pretty…”

His eyes, the color of blood, soften at the sight of you. He looks at you and touches you as if you’re a lover. Not a victim. He suddenly leans in, bending his knees slightly to reach you.

“Please,” you whisper again, but your words are swallowed up by a kiss. His lips are pillowy, soft, and sweet, and they taste like wine. They are unlike any lips you’ve kissed before.

Your body tenses up before finally melting into his own, falling victim to his magical kiss. It sweeps you up in a warm embrace, just as his arm does when he hooks it around your waist to pull your naked body flush against his.

You moan into the kiss, your hands stuck gripping his chest…his warm, hard-like-granite chest. Goddammit all! Even in such a nightmarish situation, you can’t deny how attractive he is.

Zoro suddenly pulls away and swoops down to suck on your supple nipples. He does so in a way that makes you believe that it’s been a long time since he’s touched a woman. His hands roam your back and ass, squeezing, molding, and gripping your flesh. You moan as his tongue slurps on both of your nipples, sensitive from the chill in the air and his hot, wet, pierced tongue.

You moan and writhe against his ministrations, your body betraying you. You can feel your pussy tingling and the knot in your stomach tightening the more he sucks, licks, and grips you. “Ah!” you cry out, flinching at the slight bite of pain as he nipples one of your nipples. His teeth are sharp, almost like knives.

Zoro chuckles, humored by this. “Do you want more, little girl?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your nipple. You don’t know whether to say yes or no.

Without waiting for an answer, the swordsman suddenly tosses you over one of his broad shoulders. You squeak, suddenly staring at the floor. “W-What are you doing?” you demand, gripping the back of his shirt.

“You’ll see,” he laughingly says, giving your bare ass a smack for good measure.

He then begins to walk through your house, somehow knowing exactly where the bedroom is. He ventures into the dark room with you in his possession as if you’re a prized sack of jewels that he just won. Carefully, he lowers you down onto the floor where your sleeping cot is.

Then he’s on top of you, swallowing you up with his big body. “Feel me,” he growls, grinding his hips down against yours. There, you feel his big, hard cock pressing into you. This somehow drills the undeniable, inevitable truth into your head: this is real. This isn’t a dream.

The swordsman begins to kiss down your naked body, his lips leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he finally makes it to your legs, he spreads them apart and gazes at the sight in front of him. You quiver in his hands, your tears drying on your cheeks.

“So wet for me,” he coos, his cool breath fanning over your pussy lips. “From the way you screamed and ran from me earlier, I would’ve thought you ain’t like me much.”

You whimper as his finger ghosts over your slit, collecting your juices onto his digit. “I-I don’t,” you softly, your hands grasping the sheets below you. “I don’t like this.” But not even you truly believe it.

Zoro quirks a brow at you, a wicked smirk on his face. “Then why is she sobbing so much for me?” he asks, referring to your perfect, puffy, wet cunt. “Seems to me like she needs something she hasn’t been getting very much of.”

He smiles at you, his pearly whites glinting in the moonlight that shines through your bedroom window. “Allow me to do that for you.”

Then you finally see it: fangs. Four of them, two on each row of teeth where his canines should be. You don’t have to scream or cry or try to escape. Not when he’s ducking between your legs to eat you out like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Oh!” you moan, your head leaning back against the pillow. You’ve never felt immense pleasure like this before.

Zoro eats you out like he’s starving, moaning into your pussy as he sloppily slurps and gulps away at your juices. His fangs don’t even get in the way of scraping you as he licks and sucks at your clit, his soft lips cushioning the sensitive bud. You feel the urge to grind your hips against his talented mouth, you feel a hand press against your stomach.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ move,” he grows into your cunt. “If you, I won’t make you cum at all.” He keeps pressing down as he eats you out, giving you the sensation of wanting to pee but not being able to.

“Oh, f-fuck!” you whine, tossing an arm over your eyes. “Please, please, please!”

“Please what, baby?” He asks, giving you a long, teasing lick from your clit down to your ass. “Please make you cum?” You frantically nod, needing it yet not wanting it. “Then you’d better fuckin’ look at me while I do this or you won’t like what happens,” he growls.

Defeatedly, you take your arm off of your eyes and stare into his as he slips one finger inside of you. You gasp, doing your best to not arch your back as he curls his finger up, fucking you as he sucks on your clit.

“Cum for me,” he demands. “I want you to cum.”

You can feel it building, about to burst. Suddenly, as you’re staring into the swordsman’s eyes, they begin to glow, the vibrant red almost pulsing. You blink once and feel your whole body instantly melt. It feels as if your body and mind are not your own anymore. They are someone else’s.

“Cum,” he says again, a growl in his tone. “Cum.”

You can hear his voice and the word echoing in your mind as he keeps his gaze locked on you, his tongue slashing away in time with his finger-fucking.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan, finally coming apart and cumming all over his fat tongue. Your moans and wails of pleasure are music to his ears, urging him to keep slurping and licking on. “Yes, baby,” he groans. “Keep cumming. Give me everything.”

You have no choice. He continues to press down on your pelvis, making the orgasm way more intense. It leaves you squirming and gasping, your vision blurred with unshed tears. The pleasure is almost painful. It sends you soaring up, up, and up, and then crashing back down to Earth again.

Zoro slowly pulls away from you, sliding his finger out of your hole. You moan at the loss, watching as he sucks your cum off of his finger. A fire suddenly appears in his eyes and he silently stands before you in the moonlight. You have no choice but to watch as he disrobes, first sliding his black bandana off to reveal his short-cropped, emerald hair.

Then off his shirt goes. Then his belt holding his swords. Then his pants, underwear, boots, and socks. Soon, he is completely naked, staring down at you with his glowing eyes. Your eyes drink in his pink, pierced nipples; his tan skin stretching across big biceps, forearms, and thighs; his washboard abs and happy trail leading down to his very hard, very big, very thick, throbbing cock.

“Get on your knees,” he demands. “I need my cock wet. You can’t be the only one receiving.” Despite you telling yourself no, you still sit up and position yourself on your knees in front of him. You look up at him and his beautiful, dripping cock in obedience, almost as if you’re his slave now.

You may as well be. You have no other thoughts except for him and him alone. Your body does as he demands, pulled on strings like a puppet. What has he done to you? He wraps a hand around his cock and slowly pumps his fist up and down on his shaft. “Show me that you believe in me,” he murmurs.

Somehow, you’re already salivating for his cock. Still on your knees, you rise up and take his cock into your smaller hand. He gives you time to get to know him, pushing his hips forward to sink his cock further into the hole you form with your hand. “That’s a good girl,” he purrs. “Get to know me. You’ll be gettin’ to know me a lot more soon.”

You watch, hypnotized, as your hand slides around his shaft. He is so thick that you can barely fit your fingers around the base. And his balls! They’re so big and heavy-looking, probably loaded with cum. His soft groans of encouragement egg you on to stroke him more, getting him harder and harder. Your pussy tingles at the sounds he makes and the feeling of his cock in your hand, so hard and heavy.

Finally, Zoro stops you, taking your hand off of him. “Enough,” he growls. “Take me into your mouth.” He takes his cock and rubs the head against your lips, applying his own personal lipgloss to them. He pushes deeper, prying your mouth open. “Taste me.”

You let out a muffled grunt of surprise as his cock slides into your mouth and settles onto your tongue, drawing a low moan out of him. He pushes deeper, giving you his full length. Your throat flexes and gags around his thick length, your tongue sliding down the pulsing vein trailing from his tip to his heavy balls.

“Yeah?” He chuckles. “You love the taste of me, don’t you?” You gurgle in response, trying to get used to the appendage in your throat. You have to hollow your cheeks and open your throat as if to yawn to accommodate him and his size. Especially when he begins to thrust. You feel his pubic hairs brush against your nose as he does, his pelvis rubbing against your top lip. “Take me deeper, baby. Just like a good whore should.”

He is warm and pulses in your mouth like a live thing, his hips pistoning front and back without abandon like your mouth is a fleshlight. A toy for his pleasure only. Saliva begins to drip from your mouth down your chin, making it easier for him to push a little deeper until that button at the back of your throat gets triggered, urging you to vomit.

“Mmm-ph!” you moan around his cock, pushing him back an inch by his thighs.

You manage to get him somewhat farther away from the back of your throat, allowing you a millisecond of relief. But Zoro grips the back of your hair, keeping you firmly latched onto his cock. “Uh-uh, don’t push me away,” he growls. “Guess I was too lenient with you.”

He pauses for a moment to tilt your chin up, his glowing eyes meeting yours. Once again, your brain feels foggy and you can't concentrate on anything. “Look into my eyes,” he demands, his voice soft and seductive. “Relax for me. Relax for my cock.”

And just like that, your body is relaxed and so is your throat. You go almost slack, all of your muscles loosening as you fall deeper and deeper under his spell. His cock slides perfectly down your throat, loosening it up the more he thrusts along your tongue and strokes the inside of your cheeks.

“Thaaat’s it,” Zoro praises, staring down at you through hooded eyes. “That’s a good. Fuckin’. Girl.”

Each word is punctuated by a rough thrust that nearly has you coughing. He tilts your face up with his fingers on your chin, making you look at him as you throat his dick. “Doesn’t it feel so good to give in? To let yourself submit to me?”

‘Yes,’ you think, but the thought is not yours…or is it? You don’t know anymore. You can’t think of anything but the salty taste of his pre on your tongue and how hard he is in your mouth.

Suddenly, your throat becomes scratchy and an unbearable pain explodes in your lungs. Zoro snorts, humored by your struggle. “You need to breathe, darlin’?” he chuckles. “Fine, but only because you’re doing so well.”

Finally, he pulls out of your wet, sloppy mouth, groaning as he does. You drink in the air and cough, finally able to breathe. Your mouth is beyond wet, coated in cum and saliva, while your eyes are wet with tears.

“Fuck, you look too cute,” he groans as if pained by your appearance. He looms over you, the moonlight cutting across his toned, muscular form. “I can’t wait any longer. Get on your back.”

You don’t protest. You don’t put up a fight. You just do as he wants, getting on your back and spreading your legs like a good girl. A good slut. He hovers over you, his big frame completely covering yours and blocking out the moon. All you see and smell and taste and know is him.

The moon glints in his crimson eyes as he taps his cock against your clit, making you twitch and moan. He presses his mouth against yours, your tongues dancing together.

“Let me in,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let me inside of you, baby.” He hikes your legs over his shoulders and wraps a hand around himself, lining himself up with your entrance.

A small breath of clarity fills you and for a moment, you come back to reality. “W-Wait!” you gasp, but your words cease to exist when he slides inside of you. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as his length stretches you open, filling your walls inch by inch.

“Finally,” he groans, shuddering as he sinks into you. “Finally.”

The sounds you make are strangled and hoarse from the throat-fucking as he fills you up, taking you inch by inch, vertebrae by vertebrae. You’ve never been this full in your life. You grip his arms for dear life, feeling as if you’ll break if you don’t. Zoro hums in approval, gripping your hips as he begins to rock his hips against yours, sliding in and out, in and out.

“Oh, oh, oh!” you moan from underneath him, singing your own chorus. You can’t explain the feelings and emotions swimming inside of you right now. You feel so dirty and wrong for finding pleasure in being taken by the monster above you, but you know that if you don’t, he could damn well kill you.

“Look at me,” he orders. Your eyes have closed, forced shut by the pleasure. “Don’t look away. Let me see that face as I fuck you.” He begins to piston his hips, stroking that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “So beautiful,” he grunts. “Why the fuck did you run from me?”

He fucks you harder, faster, drilling into your sex like it belongs to him. His handsome face grows red with the force of his fucking, sweat glinting off of his forehead. You claw at his back, the pleasure exploding inside of you, starting in your core.

“O-Oh, fuck, please!” you cry out. “N-Need you!” Tears once again prick at your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. You’ve never cried during sex before.

Zoro smiles, his fangs glinting at you. You don’t even feel fear anymore. “I need you too,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your ankle near his ear. “I need all of you and you need all of me. It’s okay to admit it.”

You do. You need every inch of him despite the fact that all of him is inside of you, stroking your insides, bullying your pussy into taking him. Your walls squeeze and grip him, pulling him deeper inside of you and squelching with every thrust. Zoro laughs—laughs—as you moan and sob below him, your pretty body on display. “That’s a good girl. My good girl.”

He drops your legs from his shoulders, hoists you against him, and proceeds to rut into you without abandon. You gasp with each forceful, rough thrust. It takes your breath away and makes intense pleasure crackle inside of you like fire. It almost hurts. “W-Wait, Zoro!” you gasp, gripping him for dear life. “You’re going too fast! I-I can’t—“

“You can,” he insists, growling into your ear. “Sorry, sweetness, but I have to fuck you faster. I need to fucking cum and I can tell you do too.”

You do. You can’t help it. The more his cock stimulates your G-spot and the more his pelvis brushes against your clit, the more that knot in your core begins to tighten, threatening to snap. You feel like a balloon that is expanding with too much air and is about to pop.

Zoro fucks you hard and rough, using your body as his own personal toy. He takes you along for the ride until you both can’t take much more. You whine in his ear, “Oh, God, please! Please make me cum!”

Zoro’s big hand wraps around your hair and pulls you back to face him. “Not yet, you little vixen,” he growls, his red eyes drilling into yours. “Give me what I want first.” He leans in, nose nearly touching yours. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you believe in me. Acknowledge me.”

You don’t know what to say or how to form words. You can’t even breathe. His rough thrusts are enough to make you come apart at the seams. “I…I…” The swordsman wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing. “Say it!” he roars. “Tell me!”

Finally, your mind has a break just as it breaks. “I-I’m yours!” you sob. “I believe in you! I promise, I do! I’m all yours!” You know exactly what this means and so does Zoro because he grins, looking overjoyed at this breakthrough.

This isn’t just sex talk. You’re talking to an urban legend after all. And not just that…but a vampire. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now cum for me. Cum on my cock, baby.”

His cock drives into you faster and harder, triggering that spot over and over again, practically abusing it until you have no choice but to cum. Your body is forced to. “Cumming!” you warn, digging your nails into Zoro’s muscular back. “I-I-I’m cumming!”

The orgasmic, euphoric feeling washes over you, almost as if God has bestowed the feeling of being in heaven onto you. You fall into a sea of bliss, moaning out your release as you gush all over Zoro’s cock.

“Me too,” he grunts, still pistoning away at your sloppy, gushing cunt. “Gonna fill you up. Give you all of my kids.”

Kids?

You don’t have it in you to stop him. You just let him dig his fingers into your ass, hard enough to leave bruises, as he frantically chases his orgasm in your pussy. Finally, with a loud grunt of release, he pumps his cum deep inside of you, filling you with warmth. You gasp at the feeling, all of your senses coming to life. It somehow triggers another agonizing orgasm that has you spasming and whining in pleasure.

As you do, Zoro wrenches your hair back to expose your warm, soft, pulsing neck. “It’s time,” he growls. “Give me your neck, little human.” His eyes flash an inhuman red, his pupils turning to slits.

Before you even realize what’s happening, his teeth are sinking into the tender flesh of your skin. You open your mouth to let out a scream, but all that escapes you is a strangled, weak moan as his fangs pierce your skin. It’s a confusing mixture of a stinging pain and pleasure, creating a cocktail of strange emotions. Your eyes squeeze shut, the darkness behind them flashing with colors and shapes.

Zoro continues to suck your blood, gulping down each ounce of the red substance of your life force. You can feel your energy draining from you with each gulp, making you feel fatigued and dizzy.

Your vision blurs and your hands twitch, unable to push him away. He continues to feed, moaning in desperation at the taste of you. You can feel your own blood drip down your neck to your breast in two steady, red streams.

Finally, the swordsman pulls away. His lips and teeth are stained red. Red from you. You want to scream. You want to fight. You want to get away from this monster…but you’re just too goddamn tired.

Zoro doesn’t say anything for a while. He just takes you and lies you down on your cot on your side. You don’t fight it. Your body is too heavy and your mind is too foggy to do anything but comply. Your thighs are soaked with his cum, staining every part of your cunt.

“Now you’re mine forever,” he whispers. “You’ve given yourself to me. Now we’re bonded for eternity.”

You let out a weak moan in response, one single tear falling from your eye. Zoro lays his big body next to you, his hand stroking down your body. “Sleep now, my little human,” he coos. “And remember me. Always remember me.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and it is all you remember as sleep takes you.

When you awaken, it is morning. The bright autumn sun pours through your window. Zoro is gone. Your cot is cool and empty as if he wasn’t there the night before.

But you know better. You know that the other night is as real as the sun in the sky, and you don’t need to see the two bloody, puncture holes in your neck to believe it.

Now? You come home before sunset.

THE END.

#zoro aka my husband #zoro x black reader #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #one piece smut #happy halloweeeeeeen #black coded reader #zoro x female reader #daddy zoro #my works #my one shots

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tobifuyu · 1 year ago

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Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fwb to lovers, oral (male reciving), tiny bit of angsty themes with happy ending, sappy fic, ran being a simp as always to feed my “he’s a self-centered bitch until he finds the one” agenda.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: surprise… i’m back with a christmas present! this is the first fic in a three pieces installment, which can all be read as standalone but come from the same universe and evolve in the span of three different christmases. in case you didn’t know, in japan christmas is a holiday in which people spend time with their partners because they reserve new year’s for family (not only i’ve seen it in a whole lot of shoujo anime but i’ve asked my japanese coworkers to confirm eheh). it’s also customary to eat cake! ;)

“Though you said you just wanted to get a coffee.”

The only thing peeking from the red scarf is the tip of his nose, flushed with the same color of the fabric that’s wrapped around his neck. You imagine his lips curved in a smirk under it.

When he came to pick you up earlier this morning, you thought he made a bold choice pairing the red garment with the unusual color of his hair. Up until then, you always believed red and purple would clash.

But Ran made it work, somehow. Like most things in his life, he did it with a confidence that made you question your world and how you view it even if for just a second.

“Well, that we did,” He shakes his hand, his long fingers easily supporting the weight of the full cup. You can see the steam rise from it and wonder if he’s not drinking it because he’s scared to burn his tongue or because he’s not ready to go home yet.

The two of you are currently walking around Shiba Park, not too far from Roppongi Hills. The peak of Tokyo Tower is hidden in plain sight behind the trees, stripped naked by the season, and adorned by strings of fairy lights.

In daylight they look clear, void of color, and empty, they come alive at night. Just like we both do, thinks Ran.

Ran does like winter. He believes winter poses more opportunities to forgo going out and staying in bed. He loves to gaze out of his apartment’s window and spot rain pit patting against the glass, watching the water droplets leave streaks behind as he lets himself get lulled back to sleep.

He also likes that he can layer more clothes, the more the merrier, he says, it’s easier to style it. You would agree, because he looks particularly elegant with his long black coat, left unbuttoned to glimpse at the nice sweater under it. The sight of his tightly clad body alone ignites a fire inside of you, one that is meek but insistent, and will soon start to burn you inside out.

What Ran doesn’t like it’s the cold. The wind is not fair against his pale skin, it leaves it red and stinging, much like his heart when he wakes up after a night together and doesn’t find you there. He does not like the cold, the cold of the sheets around him when you’ve left hours before.

He would like to pretend he’s clueless as to why, the same way you’re staring at him now, but he knows the reason behind it.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re wandering around without a destination in freezing weather?

“Can’t you just live a little?”

You scoff at his words, taking another sip out of your hot chocolate to bite back an insult. He’s already testing your patience, and you have very little of it left today of all days.

“We should go eat some cake, I’d love an excuse to grab a Mont Blanc for later at that bakery by your apartment. Y’know I like it there.”

Cake. You don’t like cake, and you don’t like what eating cake with him would mean today of all days.

“Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Ran?” You sigh, head shaking in disappointment.

When you decided to start this with Ran, it was because you believed the man to be on the same wavelength as you. Ran had seemed like someone who knew what he wanted, and you had been sure that was not you.

He had promised that would stay the case. Your heart could not afford to be cared for by somebody.

When you look at him this time, you don’t notice how the wind is whipping the skin of his high cheeks red because his scarf is now covering everything but the lidded eyes staring at you.

At this rate Ran might end up hating winter: you seem to get colder with the season. He doesn’t think he would pick sleeping in over you, so if he could, he would like for summer to last all year long.

He’d like for you to cling to him even when the temperature is so high you can barely breathe in your cramped room, sweat sticking to both your skin and his, like your very first night together.

Because where the holidays bring glee to most, to you they’re a reminder of times that are long gone. A childhood spent decorating the tree and wishing for the perfect Christmas gift, now turned into a life of solitude. Your fast-paced job and lonely apartment away from home don’t leave space for the frivolity of Christmas.

“Didn’t wanna leave you alone,” he speaks so clearly of his intentions you almost feel shame, “Did ya think I would’ve left you bask in your gloominess, today? ‘M not that bad of an ass.”

You don’t think Ran owns you anything. He shouldn’t be picking up the pieces of you that other people left scattered and putting them back together as if it were a kids’ puzzle.

Ran knows you don’t really have anyone, he thinks he’s much like you, and would be just as bitter if he didn’t have his brother.

“You left Rin by himself?”

You hear his muffled laughter, “‘course not. Haruchiyo’s there. Y’know how they are.”

Yes. In love, you suppose. And you wonder if Ran thinks that is what it is. And what is it between you two?

You can feel his body warmth as he gravitates closer to you, “‘M cold,” is his excuse when his now ungloved hand catches yours. He intertwines your fingers, brushing the back of your hand with his thumb, before hiding them away in his coat pocket.

Gotta warm your cold heart up, he thinks.

“Saving you from this freezing weather,” is what he says out loud.

But you know it’s because the movement brings you closer, he pulls you so you’re now shoulder to shoulder, and you’re not strong enough to keep your head from falling on his. As if you were fresh snow in the sun, you melt in his presence.

“Let’s go get cake,” your voice is but a soft whisper, running past him like the breeze through the dying leaves, the wind finally settling down.

And that’s how he ends up in your apartment. Sounds of wet skin slapping against one another fill the void as he buries himself deep inside of you.

The sweet pastries Ran bought long forgotten over your kitchen counter, as he’d much rather taste the honeyed nectar spilling from between your thighs.

He’s grabbing at them now, the hold on your flesh sure to leave marks behind as he folds your legs so that he can loop his arms under your knees, keeping you spread open for him.

Big body caging you under his warmth with his forehead pressed against yours, and open mouths a breath away from the other, sharing sounds of pleasure without ever meeting in the middle.

It had been a tantalizing dance when you first started sleeping together. Like most people in your situation, you had both concluded that it would be best if you refrained from kissing. Deeming it too intimate.

Ran had caved after the third time you ended up in his bed, lips too needy to be kept from yours. He had let out a soft plead before you met him in the middle.

From then on you made it your mission to never kiss him outside of your bedroom activities, too scared of the power his kisses held over you. He and his annoying self had taken it as a challenge, always on the edge of his seat waiting to see who’d kiss the other first.

“Oh fuck this,” Ran groans before giving in.

You catch sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, hiding that violet color that you love so much, and your lips lock in a kiss that takes your breath as much as the hips still snapping against yours.

The coarse patch of hair on his navel repeatedly brushes against your puffed-up clit, making your hips jump up to chase the friction. The man is shamelessly shallowing your moans and caressing your tongue with his, teeth closing around your bottom lip when you go to pull away.

“Ngh, you taste like cake.”

Ran had snuck a bite of one of the pieces the moment he stepped out of the bakery, and the sweet taste on his tongue was, in your opinion, way better than the real deal.

His hand grasps your chin with firmness, the tips of his fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your blushed lips pucker up.

“So you do like cake, mh?”

“No, I don-“ Ran squeezes harder, and your mouth parts. A glob of spit falls on your tongue, one that you shallow under his scrutinizing gaze.

The moan that he lets out at that reverberates through your chest as he bends so close your bodies are now completely pressed against one another, sharing body heat.

This is what sex with Ran is, a concoction of rough touches and fucking that turn soft and slow when you least expect it. He likes to tease and surprise you, stealing the prettiest sounds from your lips and making them his. Making you his.

“Y’don’t like cake, s’okay. I know you like me,” one of his hands teasingly pinches your right nipple, respective eye closing in a wink.

You like that he makes sex fun, cracking jokes as if his cock weren’t pumping inside of you. You like it, you like him, but you can’t have him know that.

“That’s not-“ he interrupts you once again, this time with the snapping of his hips. He starts fucking you like he means it. Calculated thrusts hitting against the sweet spot only he knows how to find.

Ran is on his knees now, hands firmly planted on your raised hips, guiding you back and forth over his length.

“Fuck! Ran, fuck that feels good- so good-“

Slurred words leave your panting mouth as your hands hold onto the pillow behind your head for dear life, back arched and chest exposed to the greedy eyes that are raking over your body. From your perked-up nipples, begging to be played with, to the way your cunt is stretching around his cock.

“Don’t have enough hands for the things I wanna do to you,” Nonetheless, he repositions his right one so that it’s splayed over your navel, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles on your slicked clit.

“Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so good,” moans spill from your mouth at his words, his voice is strained but maintains that hint of icy superiority and poise that is characteristic of Ran.

The way your hole flutters around him is maddening, Ran can feel your walls clenching against his length so perfectly. He can feel everything.

As a matter of fact, so do you. No matter how dumb he fucks you, you can’t ever miss out on the sweet feeling of his bare skin caressing your wet cunt. The squelching sounds are filling the air around you, making your cheeks heat up and your head lull to the side, trying to avoid his eyes in shame.

Half face buried in the pillow, you beg for him, “Ran, please, please. I need to cum so bad.”

His thrusts slow down, thumb stilling over your clit, and you hear him hum, pensive.

“Maybe if you looked at me, pretty, I might think about letting you.”

Gathering your remaining strength, you open your eyes to the sight of his glorious body above yours.

The wetness of his skin shines under the light of the outside street lamp, peeking in from the window, full body tattoo so enchanting, you watch it move and bend over his rising chest.

With violet eyes fixed on yours, he stands tall, unreachable.

The purple strands that fall from his gelled-back hairstyle are the only giveaway that he’s not so perfect and pristine after all, but he still looks like a god in your devoted eyes.

“Ran,” you call his name so softly he tumbles from the skies right to you.

His body bends to lay over yours, weight supported by his arms at your sides. With a snap of his hips, he breaks the longing stare you’re both sharing, mushroom tip hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh my god, that feels so-“ “I know, baby, s’okay.” One of his hands caresses over your head, before stopping at your neck and closing around your windpipe. The pressure of his touch against your feverish skin is delicious.

Your nails are now creating indents in the flesh of his arms. You want more, you need him to break you.

Ran can’t stop thrusting, pounding, burying himself inside of you to the hilt. He’s never wanted to be this close to someone before, never needed their warmth as he does yours.

He stops you before you can reach your clit with your fingers and, wanting to be the one to take you over the edge, he uses his free hand to rub over it vehemently.

“Coming, I’m coming,” are the rushed words that fall from your lips before you hit your peak. Wanton moans are gracing Ran’s ears, making his balls strain from holding back, but he wants you to bask in the glow of your orgasm before he reaches his.

“Doin’ so well fo’ me, look at this pretty pussy. Gushing all over my cock.” He looks down as he says this, watching how good he’s splitting you open, his cock coming out of you covered with the white sheen of your arousal, then plunging back in.

Your spent body is overstimulated, twitching in his hold as if trying to run away from the pleasure.

“You’re the only one, baby.” Ran lets slip, the sight of you in your most vulnerable state makes him just as weak, “S’all yours, so take it.” And he means it, you’re the only one.

Before you, life used to be in black and white. Ran had tried everything to paint it some other color, from violence to sex, but nothing ever came close to holding you in his arms.

Color is always all around him, but Ran’s devoid of it until you touch him.

You pull him down to you at the confession, arms wrapped around his neck, chests pressed against one another, hard nipples tickling the soft skin.

The pace suddenly turns slow, and you wonder if Ran does not care about coming anymore. His focus is on you, and you’re staring back at him with just as much affection.

“Let me take care of you,” it’s what you suggest once you’ve come down from your high, fingers pressing against his shoulders to have him lay back in the sheets. Short hair sprawled over the white pillow like a halo behind his troubled head.

Both of your thighs are circling his hips, too scared to have Ran pull out, and be prevailed by that sense of emptiness and cold that comes from being away from him.

Fighting a whirlpool of emotions, you feel the need to silence your mind with his lips on yours. The clashing of your noses does nothing to stop you from kissing each other passionately.

The blame should be on Ran for making you fall for him and gifting you a brand new reason to celebrate Christmas, but you should’ve known better when he walked into your life with that snarky smirk that makes you sigh just thinking about it. You bite his lip in retaliation.

The feeling of Ran’s hands traveling over your skin and sinking with his strong grip on the flesh of your hips is what makes you separate your two halves, pussy clenching around the length that has been filling you up so perfectly. The need to make him feel just as good swells up on the inside.

“Fuck, please,” A choked whisper, falling from the pearlescent of his lips, wet with your love, blood pouring out of the bitten skin.

Purple and red do look good together, you think.

Your hands are warm, trailing up his stomach like the ink on his skin. He feels as if you’re moving too fast, scared he might blink and lose the moment, and at the same time too slow for his liking. He’s begging and he doesn’t know what he’s begging for. But you do.

Ran’s hands tighten around the bedsheets. He wants to touch everywhere you’ve been, wants to get stained in you. Like fresh paint that sticks on skin, he’s now colored in your shades.

Wet kisses are being left on the top of his shaft. Ran’s right hand finds your hair, waving his fingers between the loose strands to uncover the sight of your pretty face.

Lidded eyes are watching you glide your tongue down his hardness, caressing the bluish veins running across its sides, tasting yourself on it.

When your lips wrap around his sensitive tip you have to hold down his hips with both hands.

The peace you set is slow, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His girth stretches your lips and he thumbs the lower one as you look up at him with tears forming at your lashline.

“Mouth feels like fucking heaven, angel.”

Ran can barely contain himself, dangling from the edge, his balls heavy with his release.

When your nose is buried in the hair at the base of his cock, you know you’ve successfully taken him whole. A huge accomplishment on your part, considering how blessed he is.

With your throat clenching around him, it doesn’t take long to feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Yeah, pretty girl, just like that. Make me cum, fuck!”

Bobbing your head at his request, you’re hasty in sucking your checks around his length, letting him come on the back of your tongue with languid moans that contain your name.

No need for him to ask, you’re one step ahead by swallowing his semen, making a show of it before leaving a wet kiss on his tip, to collect the white drop that was spilling over.

“Better than any cake.”

Booming laughter fills the space around you as you scoot closer to his tired body, laying on his naked frame and stealing all his warmth.

“I do like you.”

“I know,” Ran looks down at you, left check cutely smushed against his pecs, “Let’s spend New Year’s together.”

The faint movement of your hair brushing his skin tells him you’re agreeing, “And what about… next year?”

“Let’s spend them all together.”

You’re warm in his hold, and he figures the fairy lights might’ve come on in the park.

Ran thinks back to the rest of the untouched cake on your kitchen counter and is happy enough that the two of you have exchanged Christmas gifts in your own special way.

After all, he took away the cold, and you’ve brightened up his life.

That’s more of what you could’ve wished for.

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