#detective-sugar-tits

[luminiamore]

SOUL, PT.2

basketball player ony x black spiritual reader

first part here.

warnings: bomb dick, vibrating panties (idea came to me last minute)

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The day finally arrived. The man you had been crushing on for months— the man who sucked the soul out of pussy just two days ago— was taking you out on a date. Your nerves were racking up, your breathing heavy as you stared at yourself in your mirror. The scent of lavender and the burning blunt you just rolled are lingering in your nostrils. It was 5 p.m., 30 minutes before Ony told you he was coming with your outfit.  

You were stuck in the mirror, fixing the baby hairs on your ginger wig as you took another hit. Your head was being hit pretty hard by the effects of the marijuana. Your gold and stone bracelets jiggled around with every movement you made. Why were you so nervous? This is the same man that slobbered over your clit on your clit appallingly not too long ago. So, why were you so nervous? You jumped when you heard a ding coming from your phone. 

“omw mama.”

Another hit. You read the text without even clicking on the message, and if Ony was the type of nigga to go 50 on a 20 road, you had about 10 minutes before he came knocking on your door. You quickly wrap a pink silk robe from one of your hangers on your body, not putting on panties because you have a gut feeling. You already showered, already lathered your body in your strawberry body milk. Your light makeup sat perfectly against your skin, your lips brown and glossed.

The only thing left for you to do was to spray a bit of your Kayali Sugar Candy perfume, and after the final spritz, you heard a light knocking sound coming from outside your room. Your heart is beating ten times faster— he didn’t even tell you he was outside. Another hit, and you ash it out outside your window. 

Your feet could barely be heard on the ground as you rushed to open the door and shit. Seeing Ony outside of his usual attire was doing more to you than you cared to admit. He was in a white dress shirt and black suit pants— all dressed up for the date he was taking you on. His hair was freshly cut, the first two buttons on his shirt were loose, and he had a freshly ripened hibiscus bouquet in his right hand and a medium-sized bag on his left. How did he know those were my favorite flowers?

“Heard you tell that girl you always with that you really liked these.” He smirks a bit when your eyes widen in realization that you said your thoughts out loud. You grab the flowers from his grasp, fingers burning when you accidentally graze his hand, and mutter a small, “Thank you, they’re beautiful. Come in, Ony.”

His aura alone was so potent, so calm and safe, and inside, you knew your spirit guides were probably cheering you on. Your cat’s immediate approach to him, rubbing its head on his legs, was a sign that you made the right choice. Waiting for him to pet her, she plopped down on the floor, and unsurprisingly, Ony crouched down to honor her wishes.

You wanted him to take you now, but you knew Ony was a man of his word. He wouldn’t fuck you until after tonight. You just had to wait until after tonight. You glance up to where a regular clock is hanging above your door. 

5:25.

..Waiting until after tonight suddenly seemed like forever. 

“Not as beautiful as you. You smoking in here?” The smell of it was immediately detected when you opened the door. He smiled internally because he was waiting outside your apartment in his Hellcat while he texted you and lit his own joint. You really were meant for each other. 

Ony thought you looked good enough to eat. Again. Nothing but a thin robe on you, accentuating your curves and showing a slight peak of your voluptuous brown tits. Flashes of you moaning his name and bucking your hips wildly onto his tongue started slipping into his mind— would it really be wrong to taste you again?

Your pretty voice breaks him out his thoughts, “Yea, you want a hit? Or two?” You release a chuckle, the sound making the tall man shiver a bit. He takes a deep breath— patience. He has to have patience. You’ll be moaning his name soon enough.

“Nah, was smoking before I got here. Here, mama.” He hands you the bag he was holding after you got done putting the flowers on your kitchen counter. You were a bit.. skeptical when Ony asked if he could dress you for tonight, worried that he might choose an outfit that you wouldn’t like. 

What you didn’t know is that Ony observed you. Studied your peculiarities and the way you dressed when you walked up into Econ, he wouldn’t have asked such a question otherwise. He had precise knowledge of what to give you, and it was evident when you took the bag from him and found an exquisite crochet skirt set. 

The skirt ended with shades of light to a deep royal purple, and the top had no straps. Flower patterns were all over it. There was also a pair of shoes, white mini heels with thin straps. And when you reached the bottom of the bag, you saw panties, purple, and flower patterns all over it, too. 

“Ony, this is- It’s gorgeous. I-”

He kisses your cheek and gently pushes the items to your chest, “Go put ’em on. Reservation’s at 6:30.”

You giggle and nod, rushing to your room on your tiptoes. In your living room, Ony is waiting for you, lying down on your comfortable couch and petting your cat after she jumps onto his lap. He has reason to believe that you two wouldn’t make it outside if he came inside your room with you. 

You take your time, slowly putting each piece on to not stretch the crochet material. Your last step was the panties, and you couldn’t help but feel that they were slightly heavier than any of the panties you owned. You’re about to examine it a little more, but you stop short when you hear Ony’s voice: “You ready, mama?”

Any confusion about the panties was long gone after you put them on, following the heels. After spritzing your perfume one more time, you grab your keys and head out the door, Ony following closely behind you. 

It was a peaceful ride to wherever Ony was taking you, with only soft Brent Faiyaz music playing in the background and the light-burning sound of the half-finished joint he offered you. At every red light stop, you would let him take the hit until both of you finished it. 

He parked his car in front of a garden-like spot just before you ashed it out, just in time. You are about to reach your hand to open your door but fall short when you hear a click!

“You should know better.” Was all he said before he got out of the driver’s seat and got to your side. As he opens the door for you, he grabs your hand to guide you out and leads you to a person who is ready to seat you both. Hand in yours the entire time. “Reservation for Onyankopon, please.”

The man gives a smile and gestures for you both to follow him. It would be an understatement to describe how beautiful the area was when you surveyed it. It was like a restaurant in a garden of flowers. You are led by the person to a table surrounded by grass and daises, with occasional butterflies flying around you. 

“How did you even find this place?” You ask in complete awe. Ony spent a while trying to find a place he knew you would like. You didn’t seem like the type of person to like classy restaurants, and he definitely didn’t want to take you to some low-end place. He wanted to find something that resembled you. A place where you would feel completely comfortable. 

And well, when you sat down, and a white butterfly made its way onto your awaiting finger... Ony couldn’t help but think he made the right choice. You look like a goddess. An ethereal being that was all his. “I drove by it one time, and it reminded me of you. You like it?”

He hoped you did. The expression on your face wasn’t telling him enough. He wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth, or else he would drown in his anxiety. All he wanted to do was please you. 

“I love it, Ony.” A bright smile graced your face. You never looked more pretty— aside from when you made those gorgeous faces when he was pleasuring you. 

A server came to take your order, Ony ordering for himself before the woman turned to you, 

“And for you, miss?”

“Could I please have the-” The sensation of intense pressure vibrating on your clit causes you to stop your sentence with a faint gasp. Both of your hands are gripping the table to provide support.

“Miss? Are you okay?”

“You good, mama?” You look up when Ony questions and catch the faux concern in his eyes, his lips twitching up a bit as he almost fails to contain his smile. This was his doing. You knew those panties were different. And you seriously should’ve questioned why he bought you a pair anyway. Fuck it felt so good.

You steady your voice so you don’t stutter when you speak up, “… I’m okay. Could... I have the-the Shrimp Fried Rice, p-please.”

You curse yourself internally when you stumble upon your words. You observe as she reluctantly nods and accepts your order. You would’ve flushed your head down in embarrassment, but in your defense, you had a vibrator going at full speed on your clit. Fuck whatever she was thinking about you right now. 

The minute she walks away from the table, you give Ony the meanest glare you could muster— which, to him, wasn’t doing much. In retaliation, he just turned the vibration up, causing you to yelp silently. 

“Ony! W-why?” You whimper out as quietly as you can so as not to raise attention from the people around you. He just shakes his head, amused at how weak he could get you. 

“You look so pretty like this, mama. Enjoy yourself, hm? You deserve it.” 

He couldn’t get his mind off the events that occurred when you came to his dorm. Could you even blame him? For wanting to see more of those pretty faces you make. For wanting to eat you whole again.

He realized he couldn’t outright finger you in a public setting, not here anyway. He didn’t want to wait to fuck you so he could witness you fall apart like you did last time. He longs for you with a strong desire. Even 72 hours later, the flavor of your juices is still lingering on his tongue. “But-”

“Shh. Just try not to get too loud, yeah? Don’t want anyone else seeing those gorgeous faces you make.”

Squeezing your thighs together, your head falls back against your chair. This goes on for a good while, Ony just staring at you, biting your lips to stop the moans bottling in your throat from getting too loud. He watches as your pretty lashes flutter open and close while your eyes roll in the back of your head.

You rub your lower hips against the chair subtly in quick, fast motions to stave off your impending orgasm. Light gasps released from your throat when you feel a burning sensation in your abdomen. Just when you start feeling like the dam is about to burst and ruin the only thing that holds you up right now, everything comes to an end. 

The vibration, your rubbing— nothing but your ears buzzing can be heard until you finally register what just happened. You don’t have time to dwell on it much because your waiter comes back with what you both ordered. 

“Would you like some water, miss?” And this time, Ony grants you the mercy of answering for you, ears still buzzing and clit still twitching because of your ruined orgasm. 

“She would, please.” When the waiter walks away from your table, Ony almost cracks under the pleading look you give him. He can’t believe it took him this long to ask you out. What if someone got to you before him? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. 

Your soft and crackling voice reaches his ears, “Please, Ony. Let me-”

“Eat your food, mama. I said enjoy yourself, never said you could cum.”

Giving him a pout is all you can do, and his tone indicates that this is not a subject for discussion. The rest of the night went surprisingly well. The conversation was full of rich details about both of you. Only told you many stories about him, how he got to be a basketball player, and how it was a dream of his since he was a toddler. In return, you told him how you even started your spiritual journey, spoke about your childhood even because you were just so comfortable around him. 

He didn’t turn back on the vibrator for the remainder of the evening, only listening to the sweet melody of your voice whenever you said something or laughed at something he said. It seemed like you hadn’t been here for that long when the bill came. You were truly in the present moment with Ony, so you lost all sense of time. But you caught a glance at your phone— 9:30.

Damn. It’s already been three hours? Ony takes out his wallet and pulls out some cash. He gently grabs your hand to pull you out of your chair so that you and he can leave together. Before you know it, you both are on your way back to your apartment. What catches you off guard is the intense vibration from the restaurant coming back, causing you to let out a loud moan in his passenger seat. Your passenger seat after tonight, if he was being honest. 

Your body thrashes against the seat belt, hips bucking wildly because you are still so horny after being left on the edge like that. “F-Fuck!”

He pretends to be unfazed, his eyes still focused on the road as you release the honey moans contained in his car.

“Can you hold it f’me? You’re almost home, mama. I’ll make you cum as much as you want when we get there.”

He must like torturing you. That’s the only explanation. At his words, you don’t think you ever worked harder to stave off an orgasm in your life. The pressure feels so good, your body bubbling with heat and the pleasure being felt in every corner. You wail when the vibrator hits a particular spot on your clit due to your hips rapidly shaking and moving.

Your breathing starts to become erratic as you release light hiccups. Your efforts to not cum are so intense that tears are falling from your brown eyes. Why was it taking so long to get home?

“I n-need to.. cum. Please!”

How do you do that? Look so divine while your pussy is being overstimulated? He almost wants to let you have cum because you look so pretty while trying to beg for him. But then he thinks about how he doesn’t want you finishing on anything other than the massive tent in his pants, and he figures— you can wait a bit. He’s pulling up in your garage anyway, and he wasn’t going to fuck you in his car for your first time together. 

Your heavy breathing and the sudden slam of Ony’s door are all that remains in the car when he puts it in park. He opens your door and swiftly holds you in a bridal style to your apartment number. He presses light kisses to your cheek, his tatted hand rubbing gently on your wide hips.   

He doesn’t wait a second to devour your lips once you open your door, your moans being muffled by the sheer force of the kiss. His lips were soft and sweet against yours, fitting perfectly as your lip gloss was smeared onto him. Still in his hold, you weakly point to the direction of your room, which he follows wordlessly. Heels are long gone, and been thrown in the hall amid your make-out session. 

He plops you down on your mattress, and you don’t hesitate to yank him down towards you into another brutal make-out session, your smooth legs encircling his waist. You gasp when he firmly squeezes the fat of your tits, allowing him to dip his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss.

Fuck, you wanted him so bad. Your skirt rises, and soon, there’s nothing but his pants and your panties separating the two of you. Ony was unusually big.. you knew this when you first saw his print at his dorm. And right now, as he was fumbling to take his belt off, your mind was scrambling, trying to figure out how you were going to fit all of him inside of you. 

All thoughts went out the window when he ripped your damp panties off in one go and immediately started playing with the obscene amount of slick that’s been gathering ever since he came to pick you up. Your cute sounds are heaven to him.

His deep voice whispers in your ear, “You’re so wet, baby. Don’t need me to prep you, right?” 

His fingers are moving rapidly against your clit, as he is awestruck by how his hands keep slipping off out of rhythm due to your wetness. Or maybe he was already drunk on you, desperate to split your pussy apart on his cock. His pants aren’t even entirely off before he’s fisting his fat cock out of his boxers and slapping his brown tip right on your pussy lips, creating wet squelching sounds.

“Could just slip right in with how you’re leaking all over your sheets. You gonna take it, mama?”

And he was right. Your wetness was creating a dark stain on your bed, likely gonna start seeping into the mattress. You sneak a glance down at Ony’s ministrations, and you immediately try to move your hips away. This man was dead-ass walking around with a third leg. It was so big, it actually scared you. How the fuck was that supposed to fit inside of you? Even your last fling wasn’t this hung. 

He immediately pulled your hips back towards him, refusing to let you run away from the deep fucking he’s been craving to give you. “Don’t do that. Take it f’me, baby. Please?”

You whimper, his pleading tone getting you even more wetter. “O-Ony.. you’re too b-big! I can’t- Ooo fuck.”

You didn’t have time to finish your sentence before he sank his length past your tight walls, making you feel every inch of him. Fuck, he was so deep, and he almost wanted to cum right there. He looks down at you and shit. 

You never looked more beautiful, as he said. Your mouth is constructed into a lovely “o” shape, and your eyes roll back so deep into your skull he can see your white eye sockets. You were drooling, the feeling of his dick inside of you simply too much for your tiny brain to handle. He wasn’t gonna last long.

Your wet cunt was so stretched out, and Ony didn’t even give you a second to relax before he started feeding you deep, harsh strokes. You could do nothing but let tears fall from your eyes and wail his name so loud you’re sure you’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors. 

“Gorgeous. Such a good girl taking my dick like this, you love it baby? Talk to me, mama.” He pleads as his face is buried in the crook of your sweat-filled neck, the feeling of your pussy being better than he ever imagined. Than he ever dreamed of. The sounds you both were making were so lewd, so nasty. But it was bringing you much closer to splashing all over his disheveled dress shirt.

“So-so good, Ony! L-Love it s’much.” Your pretty cries make him groan loudly against you; you can feel it vibrating against your chest. Your mind is blanking, and the fire in your stomach that you felt twice today is coming back, only much stronger. Your already overstimulated clit is causing it to come much faster.

With every thrust he gives you, you give Ony a beautiful yelp. And he could only watch your face contort as you struggle to find something to hold on to, to ground you. You’re a bit dense if you think he would let you do anything other than feel every spec of what he gave you. He grasps both of your hands with only one of his hands and presses them above your head.

“Pussy’s so damn good, shit. M’gonna cum. Where you want it, mama?” 

And you respond to him so eagerly, choking on your spit when he presses down on your stomach, his bulge being prominently displayed every time he thrusts in and out of you. 

“Ahhh! M-me too! Inside, Ony. P-Please Ony, cum in m-me.” 

He can’t say no to you, not when you beg him to fill you up with tears like that. The final straw for you was when he forced his tongue into your panting mouth again, swallowing every gasp and moan that managed to fall past your lips. You make a sudden and unwarranted shriek against his mouth, and your pussy splashes all over him. 

He groans as you babble his name repeatedly, allowing salty tears to flow freely down your cheeks. Your body twitches as your pussy creams and squeezes tightly around him, and that’s enough for Ony to shiver as his cum spurts past your womb. He should have slowed down or stopped because now you both feel overstimulated. 

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop thrusting his hips rapidly against you, the feeling of you squirting on his dick quickly becoming something he wanted more of. He needs you to do that again. He needs you to spray your sweet juices so hard it reaches his face. Your chest is heaving as you try to wriggle your hands out of Ony’s grasp to slow him down. Your attempt doesn’t do much but make him tighten his grip on you,

“Give me another one, mama. Come on, just one more, baby.” And by the look on his face, even you can tell it wasn’t just going to be one more. You were in for a long night.

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[marikosenwrites]

📓✧˖°.bungo stray dogs smut scenarios and hcs

sen: my first smut fic lmao idk what and how i do but i'm gonna TRY MY BEST feed back is VERY MUCH appreciated i originally planned to do purely fic no hcs but i decided against that ^v^ tell me if you want the word count because i'm unsure if i should put it or not

characters: ada!dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, chuuya nakahara

warnings: smut, mdni, im still putting ooc here, binding, biting (i'm still thinking tell me if smth needs to be added), rough sex (?), oral sex, use of y/n

(starts under the cut!)

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ dazai osamu

୨୧ loves binding you with random things that are flexible near him, like a tie or his bandages and things like that

୨୧ dazai just tangles his hand in your hair and like weaves through the strands and he doesn't want to pull his hand out so just pulls your hair and stuff

୨୧ if you ask him to be gentle, he compiles immediately and starts slowing down his relentless thrusts

୨୧ likes preparing you first (using his skilled fingers)

୨୧ when you're all wet he just invites himself

୨୧ pm!dazai would have done gunplay occasionally

scenario:

"bella- shit, you feel so, so, good, baby, yeah- god," dazai moans, his pace not slowing down, but becoming faster, which was what you hadn't expected.

a few whimpers and moans escape your lips, turning the taller on more, "'s-'samu, s-shit, slow down," you whimper some more as dazai hoists a leg on to his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper places into your hole.

you scream, only to be stopped by two fingers going into your mouth. "shush, bella, yosano-san will find out. you certainly don't want that, do you?"

you shook your head in response, tears rapidly flowing down and reaching the crumpled sheets. although you cried, it was because of both the pain and the pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you.

"osamu..." you mumble as he slowed down his pace to an actually bearable one. "you're too harsh on me."

"oh? is that so?" he grinned and started to fasten his pace once again. "hmm?"

"o-osamu-! fuck-" as your pretty mewing and moans reached his ears, he grabbed a string of bandage on the nightstand next to you and tied your hands with it. "-osamu?"

"mm, you look more delightful than ever like this, bella." the man smirked.

"shall the show officially begin, now?"

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ edogawa ranpo

୨୧ into foodplay is the first thing i'll say

୨୧ loves sucking on tits too (literally his favorite thing to do what am i on about)

୨୧ loves sex after a tired day at work (like MINOURA or new people insulting him and stuff) (by insulting i mean saying that he isn't a good enough detective)

୨୧ sex between the both of you always starts with a make out session and then (and then) BOOM you strip and the good part starts

୨୧ he is a lazy bottom for real but when he's mad/frustrated oh boy you bouta see some stars

୨୧ loves when you top him

scenario:

quite a while had passed since you were bouncing on his on his cock, your moans and his combining into a harmony that was unique on the world, and only happens once a week or so.

ranpo had come home from a bad day, a frustrating one. you had always tended to his needs when it came to to tired days. and the same applies for you.

"mm...you look so nice bouncing like that f'me, sugar," the raven-head grins as he aids you with his hand.

you moan prettily, as you say, "ranpo- ngh-"

his moans get louder as he goes closer to reaching his peak. a while more after, you come with him closely following you in the motion. "well, sugar," his chest heaves up and down. "did you enjoy it?"

"m-mhm," you nod, unable to speak too much.

"well," he flips you around, now him on top of you as he puts the lollipop he was sucking in your mouth.

"let's begin round two."

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ nakahara chuuya

୨୧ not into gunplay, just because he's in the mafia, doesn't mean he has to be into gunplay right?

୨୧ is really soft with you once you warm up and stuff

୨୧ doesn't really have kinks

୨୧ had this one time he used his ability to pin you down

୨୧ active bottom? maybe. likes being in control more, though

୨୧ loves giving oral

scenario:

"doll, y/n, you're taking me so good, fuck-" chuuya groans in pleasure as your throat contracts and takes his length fully.

"ngh-" you couldn't really speak, considering...his dick was down your whole throat.

the red-head threw his head back as his eyes shut close, all while waves of pleasure overwhelmed his whole body and took over him.

your gaze went up, and observed chuuya. it was as if he had no more self-restraint at all. his gloved hand was tangled in your h/c hair, as he subconsciously massaged your scalp.

your groans met chuuya's sensitive ears and the sounds only turn him on more.

"sweetheart- ngh, fuck, s'good-" he felt some weird feeling gather at the bottom at his spine. was it his orgasm coming? perhaps. but in that moment, nothing mattered. in this world, you are his only pillar. you are his life. you are his everything.

one last moan and he came in your mouth, and less than a few seconds later, you also came. he pulled out as he watched his cum drip from his tip, and you swallowing the bodily fluid your hot session had produced.

"you were so good, doll." chuuya tenderly wiped a few beads of sweat off your forehead.

"i-" you swallowed your saliva, "it felt...good. maybe we should try again some other time, chuu."

"'s that so?" he smiled.

"we should end the night here. we're tired, after all."

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[daddy-suguru]

- ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɪʀ;

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 | breeding w/ detective!Satoru Gojo

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | established relationship (married), breeding/talk of pregnancy, calling each other various nicknames of baby daddy/baby mama/princess, teasing/pleading/begging, cockwarming, lingerie, food play - chocolate hearts, pussy eating, breeding, hints at round two, clit rubbing during cool-down period, squirting, praise

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.3k

There is a sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla coming from the wax warmer. While there is slow music difts from the speaker sitting on top the dresser. Where there are sprinkles of red, white, and pink rose petals.

Roses which are scattered about the rest of the room. Which is alight in a golden glow, from the clusters of pink heart-shaped candles. While, the dimmed overhead light is bright enough for you to see

Over the years Satoru's romantic gestures haven't faded. Causing you to fall in love with your best friend, partner and husband more every day.

Satoru stands at the edge of your bed. With his cock dipping slightly underneath the weight of the chocolate heart-shaped candy resting on top of his head. The rest of the candies are in the box Satoru is holding, along with a beautiful necklace.

The words, I love you on one side of the heart. Your eyes widen as you recognize the necklace. As the one on display in that cute shop in Paris. Which you visited while vacationing with Satoru a month ago. After Satoru decided a vacation was needed after the stressful solved case.

Satoru suggests, “How's a gift and some sweets from your sugar bear?” Shifting closer to the edge of the rose-petal-covered bed. To softly grab his cock, holding it still as you drag your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

The way his breathy hitches before he groans as your pussy tingling. Softly crooning to him, "You're so handsome, romantic, and sweet, Toru, I love you too." His cheeks flush from the praise.

The way his breathy hitches before he groans as your pussy tingling. Softly crooning to him, "You're so handsome, romantic, and sweet, Toru, I love you too." His cheeks flush from the praise.

The way his breathy hitches before he groans as your pussy tingling. Softly crooning to him, "You're so handsome, romantic, and sweet, Toru, I love you too." His cheeks flush from the praise.

The way his breathy hitches before he groans as your pussy tingling. Softly crooning to him, "You're so handsome, romantic, and sweet, Toru, I love you too." His cheeks flush from the praise.

Thick pre-cum pearls on his tip before sliding down. You admit, "I love waking up next to you every morning, going to work with you. I need your warm hugs, and I can't get over how you smile and laugh into some of our kisses." The pink hue of his cheeks turns red.

Spreading your legs wider for Satoru to step in between. As you glide your tongue over his cock head's small slit, groaning from the sweetness of his pre-cum. Because Satoru eats fruits to make sure he tastes good for you. Since he loves the way you

Satoru's voice is breathy with a raspy undertone as he expresses, "I want to make you my baby mama so badly. I keep thinking about your breasts swelling with your belly. I want to come home to you with our baby." The thought had been crossing your mind.

Satoru would make a wonderful dad, and you want to make him a dilf. Trailing kisses down his v line, to his short patch of white hair. Biting down softly, a tremor runs through Satoru's body.

Stopping to warn him, "Keep still, so you don't ruin my chocolate." Looking into his sparkling baby blue eyes, purring in between kisses. "I want to make you a daddy Toru." Sinking in your teeth in deeper as he struggles to keep still.

He gasps, "Fuck!" Before adding, "I want to be your baby daddy, make your belly swell and your tits drip with milk. I've been thinking of sucking on your soft tits while you jerk me off. I love how soft your hand feels around my cock." Satoru has always been touch sensitive.

Writhing and trembling, with his toes curling, making the chocolate wobble again. Before he grabs your hair and stills himself. The lines of his abs deepen as he tenses up, fighting the urge to move.

Rubbing your clit through your lacy panties. Causing Satoru to wonder, "Am I turning you on sweet mama, you need your pretty pussy rubbed?" Pushing your panties to the side, slipping one finger past into your wet heat.

Deciding easily, "I want your pretty face between my face, please Daddy Toru take care of your pussy." Holding your slick coated finger up for Satoru while the chocolate off the tip of Satoru's cock. Softly moaning at its sweetness as Satoru leans down, slipping his cock out of your grasp.

He leans down kissing you softly, the tip of his nose brushes your's. While he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and out of habit you part your lips. He quickly slips his tongue into your mouth. While you gasp from shock, as he steals from of the chocolate from your mouth.

Wrapping his lips around your finger after swallowing his half of the chocolate. He proclaims, "Tastes so good mixing with your sweet pussy. I want to rub the chocolates between your lips and eat both." Crouching down while setting the box of chocolate down next to you on the bed.

Grabbing the necklace out from the center. As he adds, "This would look prettier if your beautiful self is wearing it." Slipping both his hands around your neck, connecting the small clasp. Letting the heart rest softly on your chest.

Pushing softly on your shoulder, encouraging you, "Lay down for me to eat your pretty pussy out swet mama." Laying back, with your legs dangling off the bed. As Satoru slips your panties down your legs. Which he places over his shoulders, trailing sloppy wet kisses along the inside of one thigh.

Halfway along Satoru switches to your other thigh, biting down softly. As you reflexiving jerk, twisting your hips down onto the bed. While reaching down and grabbing a hanful of his soft hair.

Expressing with a groan, "Such a pretty princess pussy. Hmm I want to fill her full of cum and play with her clit till she twitching from overstimulation." Some of the chocolate smears between your lips.

Licking the remnants of chocolate before popping the candy in his mouth. Loudly groaning, as he spreads your lips apart. Looking inside to watch you clench around nothing. Before he slips one finger, knuckle deep past your lips.

Curling his finger, massaging the soft spot, Satoru says, "It's good I bought another box, which has the matching earrings and bracelet. You can wear it on our dinner date tomorrow night." Satoru likes to pick your outfits occasionally.

Dressing you always to your taste in flattering clothes for him to rip off later. His outfit is always coordinated regardless if he picks it. And he has to get pictures of both of you together.

You've grown to treasure his love of memory capturing. Since there are countless photos marking various moments between both of you that you adore looking back on.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, pushing another finger inside of you. Spreading his large fingers apart inside of you occasionally. Working on loosening your pussy to comfortably take all of him.

Slowly pumping his fingers, keeping them in pace with the circling of his tongue on your clit. While he groans, ensuring the vibrations make your clit tingle. As rubs your sweet spot, building the tension in your body.

Dragging your nails through Satoru's fluffy hair. Whimpering, "You're tongue and fingers feel soooonnngggfuck. Toru, daddy, toru please!" He speeds up the pace of his fingers, while adding more pressure onto your clit. While you grind and rock your hips.

Your pussy flutters, squeezing his fingers. He pulls away from your clit, while swishing his fingers, crooning, "Are you going to make me a daddy and let me fill your pretty princess pussy up?." Every stroke of his long, thick fingers along your squishy pussy drove you closer to that glorious peak.

Pleading, "Let me make you a handsome daddy please Toru. I want to fill your warm cum spilling deep inside me. Please Toru!"

Satoru expresses in awe, "You look so beautiful when you're about to cum." Sucking your clit, flicking it with his warm flat tongue. The tension in your gut snaps, as warm thick cream gushes onto his fingers.

Switching his fingers for his tongue instead. Lapping up your cum with a loud groan while rubbing your clit. Letting go of his hair and grabbing fist fulls of the blanket and rose petals.

Quickly grabbing your hip, pulling you back down crooning, "Then why are run away from me when I'm trying to make you my mama. Is daddy being too much for you?" His voice drops,

"That's so fucking hot. You think you're ruined now, mmm." He chuckles, "I didn't think I would have such a breeding kink but the thought of filling you up is making me feral." Slipping his tongue inside you, pumping it quickly.

His tongue is long enough to I love you so much, I want to make you my baby mama. Every day I see your pretty princess pussy I think about how beautiful she looks dripping my cum. I want to stuff my cum back inside with every drop that drips." Kissing the inside of your thighs.

Satoru adores talking about your pussy to you. You couldn't get enough of how he treats your pussy, talking about that part of you like a person. It always sends sweet, tingles throughout your pussy. While making your mind go blank, as you focus purely on the sensations.

Satoru asks, "Can you open up chocolate for me, I need another one soaked in your sweet pussy juices." Grabbing one out of the box, pausing halfway through unwrapping it. As intense, toe-curling pleasure consumes you.

Your pussy spams around his tongue which he pushes past your lips with a groan. As he rubs your sensitive clit faster. And for a moment you forget what you have in your hands.

Grinding your hips on his face, babbling, "Wanna be your pretty baby mama, please your such a handsome daddy Toru, I need you to cum in me. Make my belly swell with your cock, cum, and babies." Greediness for that mind-numb, consuming pleasure overriding the overstimulation that had you pulling away before. As Satoru slips his tongue out, you whine in protest while he reminds you,

"The chocolate my love?" Unwrapping it the rest of the way and holding it down to Satoru. Who lets go of your hip, taking the sweet from you and nudging it between your wet lips. As he keeps his strokes consistent on your clit.

Satoru gaze slips over your lingerie-covered body. The soft flowing skirt bunched up around your hips. While the upper lace shows up glimpses of your pretty nipples. As it hugs your waist and stomach, giving him the perfect outline of your beautiful body.

Smiling lovingly while admiring you, Satoru tells you, "Cum on the candy for me make it even sweeter." Clear cum trickles from your pussy. Before coming out in thicker spurts. As your pussy spasms around nothing. As Satoru slips the chocolate into his mouth.

Chewing it while watching the last spurts of your cum. As he rubs your clit slower, while you tremble. As you squeeze your thighs together the best you can with them being over Satoru's shoulders. Until he pulls his hand away, slipping your legs off his shoulders.

Ripping the lingerie off of you with ease, he lets you take a moment to bask in the afterglow of cumming twice. Standing up and dropping the scraps on the ground, while murmuring,

"Good girl squirting for me." Wrapping his hand around the hard cock, smearing your slick along his length. While some of his pre-cum drips onto the floor. He croons,

"She's going to be so sensitive, how do you want me to fuck her? Soft, slow and sweet, taking my time savoring how she flutters around me." Unable to wait any longer, Satoru nudges his cock head past your lips.

Pinning your thighs by your side as you drag your nails down his chest with each inch Satoru gives you. Till his navel is rubbing your clit, and his cockhead is rubbing your cervix.

Satoru groans, "Squeezing me trying to milk my cock of all my cum." The pink scratching on his pale chest makes you grin. As Satoru remarks,

"You like marking your baby daddy up, how about you leave some hickeys on my neck." Curling his back, hunching his tall self over your short body. While tilting his head to the side for you to sink your teeth into.

His hips shutter with jerky short thrusts as you suck on the sweet spot of his neck. Groaning as you clench Satoru while he digs his nails into your thighs while grunting, "You feel too damn good, so wet and hot, drowning my cock, soaking my balls. While moaning like that in my ear, princess you're going to make me cum too quickly."

Whimpering, "Go ahead fill your pussy up, please sugar daddy let me feel your thick warm cum deep in my guts. Please cum! Nngg please let me cum again, your cock feels so nngg! Please cum, wanna cum, please cummm, wannnng!" You're momentarily stuck moaning the same thing over. Till your moans become unintelligible while Satoru's thick hot cum spills inside of you.

Satoru pulls himself up, straightening his back out, looming over you. While your hands stay looped around his neck. And you are grateful for the sight of Satoru's face above you as he cums inside your pussy.

He's so beautiful with strands of snow-white hair falling into ocean-blue eyes. While his flush pink cheeks match the color of his plush lips. His eyes roll back. He whines, "Yourhotpussynneedmore." His words slur together as he keeps pumping his hips.

[jamneuromain]

Mean Daddy Pt.2

Logan Syverson x Reader (You)

Word Count: 1k

Warning: Mean!Sy, established relationship, pussy spanking, aftercare turns into foreplay(?), oral (implied), a whole lot of teasing, fluff.

Summary: Your mean daddy comes home ... and you're in for the night :]

A/N: For the record, I'm not sorry at all for the cliffhanger (and stretching this short fic into three parts...) @gummydummy19 :3

Find Part 1 here

This isn’t exactly what you had planned for tonight.

Well, technically you did plan for some spicy evening events, but you did not expect Sy to make changes to the timetable plan, and spend all afternoon and evening on your bed.

… eh, spending all day on you.

And the worst part is, you have passed out twice now, and except for bathroom breaks and snack breaks, Sy hasn’t stopped playing the game he invented, which has the name “How many times can you cum”.

Spoiler alert, you’ve both lost count, but that doesn’t stop him from playing.

The clock strikes nine, and you feel there’s not one good bone in your body.

Thankfully, it’s another snack break.

While munching on apple slices that Sy cut for you, you’ve turned on your laptop for a show called Family Feud. Basically, the show interviewed random 100 people on the street with some questions, and came back with the top six answers. Whichever team answers more, wins.

It’s less exciting, compared to the detective/murder ones you often enjoy, but this is what Sy needs, something light and funny, instead of the sound of gunshots that would make his body tense up.

“Young man,” the show host Steve Harvey asks, “Name something your girlfriend would do to your face.”

The shy boy on the screen covers his twitching lips with his fist, “Uh… I’m gonna say sit on it.”

The audience on the screen roars out laughter, while you can’t help but giggle simultaneously.

A light squeeze of your tummy dials your giggling down, having you remember the large beefcake wrapping around you with his thick arms and legs.

“C’mon, Sy, you can’t tell me that’s not funny.” You burst out a new fit of giggles, tugging on his bearded chin, without turning around, “Besides,” You try your best to cross your legs discreetly, not getting his attention that your pussy is dripping again, because, for Christ’s sake, your lady parts have been through literal Hell tonight, “it’s not like we haven’t tried it before.”

“Hmm.” Is his grumbling reply.

You let out an exhale of relief. It’s not your fault that your mind is filled with pure filth of how he used to bury his head between your thighs…

The show Family Feud goes on, but you allow the jests and laughs to slip by your ear, since your brain is occupied with porn, and wet your lips when you can almost feel his beard leaving a burn that would remain for days…

The calloused hand moves from your belly to your tits, weighing them in his palm.

Sy’s low timbre ghosts your ears, “Penny for your thoughts, sugar.”

Your pebbled peak rolls under his fingers involuntarily. No word comes out of your mouth except for a small whimper. God, you want him to eat you out, pin you down with one hand over your stomach and one hand groping your tits, swinging your legs over his broad shoulders, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy as you chant his name like a prayer.

“Want to grind on my face?” He proposes with his sinful lips, circling one hand painfully close to your weeping core, while flicking your nipple with the other. “Be a good little slut and ride Daddy like you were told to?”

“Uh-Uh-huh.” You nod eagerly. Your pussy feels raw and used, as if someone (Sy) has set fire to it, yet you could not resist the temptation of reaching your limit once again – what can you say, you never learn from the pain.

Sy admires your ruined body for a brief second, cupping your mound with his palm. You buck your hip to meet his fingers, but to your frustration, he holds his position without wavering, neither meeting your silent plea nor denying it. “Shit,” a sly smile hangs on the corner of his lips, “that desperate, huh? Fucking my hand like that? Poor baby.”

“Sy,” you whimper, struggling in his tightened grip, begging him with your teary eyes, “want you to kiss it and make it better, please Daddy.”

“Aww,” he coos softly, kissing the top of your head, “I like the sound of that.”

Smug bastard.

“Use your big-girl words, darlin’.” Sy traces a bead of sweat that disappears between your tits. His hand glides down your body, sneaking it under your thigh before pulling them wide open, earning a surprised squeal from your lips.

“Want t-to ride your face, Daddy.” You stutter as he lowers his head to kiss the carotid artery on the side of your neck, your fingers dig into his veiny arms that hold your thigh, “Want-ah!”

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” He feigns his curiosity, pretending he has no idea that he has just smacked your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Cat got your tongue? Can’t hear you though,” Sy smacks your pussy again, making you nearly jump from his embrace, “Don’ really know what you’re talking about, sugar.”

The harshness of the slaps adds to the numbness and the sting of your ruined hole, coating his hand with a shin of juices, which he wipes on the side of your thigh, glistening with the evidence of the betrayal of your body, even when it still hurts from the overstimulation during previous hours.

“Daddy,” you whine in embarrassment and a tinge of desperation, “Daddy, pleaaase.”

Sy chuckles behind you, manoeuvring himself to your front, pressing a bit harder on your stomach to have you lie down. Kissing both of your thighs, he spreads them wider than before – wide enough to fit a grown man and his shoulders in between – and trails a line of soft pecks on your lower abdomen, and finally, on your quivering pussy.

“Better make those pretty noises for me, darlin’,” Sy whispers while nibbling on your skin, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders - his favorite position. His tone drips a hint of darkness, both a threat and a promise, shooting a shiver down your spine, “If you ain’t screaming, you ain’t creaming.”

[chickenjokey]

The Room Where it Happened

Hi all! Here is another Zoro x Reader (Y/N) story!

Sorry this took so long to write ;-;

I present you with my idea of Zoro being a horny loser when he's in love 🙂‍↕️

Description: Zoro doesn't understand emotions and all that yucky stuff. He's a simple man with simple needs, but he doesn't know why you are the only thing running through his head every time he closes his eyes. He was supposed to be the strong one. The one who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve. So why does he have to run to the bathroom to relieve himself each time he sees you?

18+ STORY!

CW and brief description: smut at end, fem AFAB reader/(Y/N) used, Zoro is a slight perv, mainly Zoro's POV because I like writing about him being a loser who has big emotions

Word count: 5.8k

Zoro didn’t seem like a complicated man. He liked his sake straight from the bottle. His tea with no cream or sugar. His hair was always cut the same length, and his eye was on the prize. His face gave nothing away about how he felt, and his eye always gleamed with a hardness that was hard to ignore. He was unmovable, like a boulder in the middle of a rapid river. Like the foundations of a house or the webs of a spiderweb. An immovable force that has yet to meet his maker. 

Nothing could surprise him.

What nobody could detect was the swirling torment of emotions he so desperately tried to ignore in his stomach and chest. He would close his eyes, listen to the crash of the waves against the ship, and imagine throwing all his emotions into a chest, locking it up tight, and throwing it into the blue sea. Oh, how he would close his eyes often. He would close his eyes each time you were mentioned. Each time, he recognized the sound of your footsteps coming closer and closer when he would nap on the deck. His eye would close as he would take a deep breath in; the smell of your perfume drifted through a room you had just exited prior. He would memorize the way you laugh, the way you walk, and talk for safekeeping, locked in his mind. 

And now he rests against the stairs outside on the deck, closing his eye, trying to throw those emotions into an imaginary box. Lock and key in hand, ready to throw it into the sea. He hasn’t even seen you today, but his feelings, no matter how hard he would try to shut it out, were reaching a boiling point. The box he so desperately grasped in the visions of his mind was deteriorating each day.

What was he to do at the party held yesterday? The setting sun made a soft halo around your face, igniting your eyes and brightening your skin. And how could he ignore the fits of laughter he would hear radiating from the kitchen as he leaned by the door, not ready to face you? And the way you would meet his eye with a certain softness that tugged at his heart to the point he wanted to fall? What about you made him want to explore every inch of your mind? Your hands? Your body? Your mouth?

His breath hitched as the vision of the box filled with his swirling emotions fell away to you. His tongue would fill your mouth, his hand feeling your face, down to your neck. You gripping his shoulders and pulling the strands of hair at the base of his head. He would feel the gasps and the wines that would die on your lips as he would deepen the kiss.

He was pulling. 

He was wanting. 

He was desperate.

His hands would wander your body further, tugging and squeezing every inch of you he could feel. He would kiss your neck and your chest, making his way to your tits, desperate to see and feel one of the more intimate parts of your body. You would moan in his name, begging him to keep going and to keep touching. You would be a writhing mess in his arms.

With a start, he sat up straight, his eye wide as he looked around the deck, seeing if anyone was around who potentially saw him in this state. Small sweat beads started protruding from the side of his face, his ears tipped red, and his abs tense. His cock was pressed tight against his pants, dots of precum starting to soak through his boxers.

“Dammit…” He groaned quietly to himself. 

He was pathetic. Reverting back to a teenager who couldn’t even keep his dick down. 

He’s never let himself get carried away in his thoughts of you. He only allowed himself to peer into the cracks of the stonewall he built in his mind when he was standing under the spray of the showerhead in the bathroom. His chest red, and his eyebrows furrowed as his fist gripped his cock. His eye closed, imagining you laid down on his bed with his cock buried deep in you, his body morphing into the shape of you to feel every one of his nerves tingling from the feeling of your skin. He would bite his lip to stop himself from groaning and whimpering your name. 

But outside of the secret he left in the bathroom, he should have every feeling and thought his stupid brain would conjure up buried deep inside of him. 

He stood up from his position. It should be early enough for nobody to see him and the large imprint of his dick straining against the material of his pants. If he was quick, he could make it to the bathroom to release himself. 

His boots thudded across the deck and up the stairs. His eye downcasted as his brain conjured up more images of you doing unholy things to him. He knew he was going to hell already, but he would climb his way to heaven just to see your angelic face.

A big thud against his chest snapped him out of his mind, his eye widening in alarm and his hands reaching out to grab the figure that had run into him.

A familiar smell greeted his nose, making his cock twitch in his pants. 

Oh no…It couldn’t be you, but it was you. Your face had collided with his chest, and now his hands gripped your waist, steadying you before you tripped further. He could feel the embarrassment tint his cheeks and ears red before he could formulate any words in his brain. His dick reacted before his brain could, however. The feeling of your skin against his fingers made his breath catch in his throat. The feeling of your warm breath and splayed-out hands against his chest made him feel a high he had never experienced. 

You backed up a little and looked at Zoro with wide eyes.

“Zoro!” You gaped. “You scared the crap out of me! What the hell are you doing up?” You were still close enough to him to see his dilated pupil grow twice in size and his jaw tense so hard you see his neck strain. Your fear and shock had calmed down now, and you were well aware of the near-bruising hold Zoro had on your waist. Realizing your predicament, you removed your hands from his chest and tried to step back, but to no avail. Zoro was staring at you with an unreadable expression, his eye giving a hard, far-away look like he was lost in memory.

“Zoro?” You asked, worried he was in some state of paralysis after giving him a fright. “I’m okay… You don’t need to hold me steady anymore.” You said with a wary smile, unsure of what was wrong with the marimo. Your heart fluttered in your chest like a rabbit stuck in a cage, desperately trying to escape.

You weren’t stupid; you saw the way he would look at you when you wore your favorite shirt that showed a little too much cleavage. When you wanted to sunbathe on the deck in your bikini, you saw how he would grow tense, gripping the weight he held above his head when he was mid-workout. His eye trained on your figure as he would lose himself in how you walked and swayed. How your hair shined in the light, and how you would apply sunscreen to your arms, legs, and ass, giving him a beautiful view. He would drop his weight without notice, rocking the ship a little, and stare at you. There, at that moment, you could read him like a book. The normally stoic swordsman was in awe, was in love, and was showing his feelings, even if it was just for a split second before he would take a deep breath in, like resurfacing after a plunge into the ocean, and walk away. 

And now you stand before him—your normal confidence and teasing tone leaving your body now that he is in front of you. You reached down to your waist without breaking eye contact and lightly brushed against his hand. Zoro flinched from the newfound contact on his skin. His eye widened further, if that was possible, and his mouth opened slightly in a gasp. He ripped his hands away from your hips, knocking your hands out of the way. He took a large step back, putting his hands up as if to shield himself from you. His teeth clamped down on his lip, unsure of how to explain himself and get the hell out of there. 

He was mortified, to say the least. He has taken down whole fleets of men in the blink of an eye and without a second thought, but his demise was you. 

‘I-I… I didn’t mean..” Zoro stuttered out. His voice was slightly higher pitched as his throat closed in panic. This was not supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to freeze in front of you, letting his inner being out in front of the one person he needed to impress. Zoro didn’t understand what he was feeling, so all he could spew out was a few jumbled words that formed no sentence. You frowned at him and crossed your arms on your chest. 

Zoro’s eyes followed your movement, landing on the soft mounds that were now resting on your arms, just waiting to spill out from the loose shirt you had worn to bed.

“Zoro.” You said in a low voice. His eyes snapped back up to your face, now very well aware you had just caught him looking. How dare I!  he would yell in his head. He was no better than Sanji at that point, and to him, that was the worst offense on the planet. 

‘(Y/N)... I’m sorry, I… didn’t mean to…” Didn’t mean to what? Run into you? Hold your waist so tightly he could see the imprint of his fingers? Stare at your chest? 

He gulped. 

You let out a sigh that ended in a small laugh, your arms falling to your side as you took a few steps closer to him and grabbed his forearm. 

“Zoro, what’s going on? Is something the matter? You have been a little off for a while.” You knew it may have sounded harsh, but something had been eating him up for months now. You were watching him deteriorate before your eyes, and you had to do something before he snapped. 

“I… I can’t.” He strained out. His hand clenching and unclenching, hoping to ground himself and recover. Your hand trailed up his arm, leaving goosebumps to rise on his skin. 

“Can’t what, Zoro?” You looked at him steadily. “Is it me? Did I do something?” You were suddenly anxious—a million thoughts running through your mind. 

“I know I like to tease you a little bit. I’m sorry, maybe I took it too far.” You dropped your hand from his arm and looked down. You held a power over Zoro nobody else in the world had. You knew he found you attractive, and you liked to mess with him from a distance, just testing the waters. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. Maybe you were reading between the lines, and he was pissed and weirded out about you throwing winks and sultry looks at him when you saw him look at your body. 

“No.” He grunted out, causing you to snap your head up. His eye gleamed down at you; a raging torrent of emotions encapsulated him. 

Zoro had recovered from his embarrassment. He didn’t understand his emotions, but he knew that if he kept trying to bury them, it would eventually break him. 

“No, (Y/N). You didn’t do a damn thing.” His brows furrowed together as he tried to think about what to say. You allowed him time to process and think, welcoming the few seconds of silence between you two. 

Zoro heaved a deep breath in like he was about to explode, but instead, his hand swooped down and grabbed yours. His hand exuded a warmth that made you jealous of his ability to stay warm despite the chilly early morning breeze. Callouses marred the inside of his palm, making a rough terrain on his hand that was opposite yours. Your cheeks warmed at the new sensation of his strong hand holding yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knuckles. 

Zoro let out the breath he was holding after you didn’t pull your hand away from his. Now, you were the flustered one, standing there in awe, looking at his beautiful face.

“You have no idea…” He brought your hand up to his lips, resting his lips against your knuckles. “You have no idea what you do to me, (Y/N).” He murmured against your fingers, now giving small kisses to each one of your knuckles. His eye was trained on your face, looking for a negative reaction, an uncertainty in your eyes, or the beginning of a frown. Something, anything, that he could detect before he got too lost in you. Your eyes were wide in surprise, and a small, shaky inhale of breath passed through your slightly open mouth. Uncertain eyes were trained on his lips, observing him carefully as he kissed each of your fingers so carefully and cautiously as if he was waiting for you to push him away. 

“Zoro… What do I do to you?” You muttered, testing the waters. He gave a start, clenching your fists slightly. The air from his mouth warmed your fingers as you looked at him, eagerly waiting for a response. His jaw clenched again; his hooded eye looked at you directly. You couldn’t even begin to name the emotions that were swirling in his dark eye, but the main outlier was that he was desperate. He was needy and looked at you like you were a cup of water in the sweltering desert—a pivotal need for the human body under distressing circumstances. A breath caught in your throat as his dark, hooded eye pierced your own. 

Without saying a word, he took your hand and placed it on his chest, right above his heart. A strong and fast beat reverberated through his chest—a pounding heart, beating and pumping furiously. Your fingers shifted a little across his shirt, slightly feeling his toned and hard muscles while also admiring the beat of his drum. 

“This. Do you feel it?” He breathed out, now fully committed to telling you. He wanted you to feel him as he spoke. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe this will prove to you how true he is in his intentions, thoughts, and words. His hand was slightly shaky as they still held your hand against his chest. 

“This only happens with you,” Zoro admitted. He could feel his heart pumping harder as he started to admit something he promised himself a million times over he had to ignore. He took the chance and met your eyes. You stared at his chest, your eyebrows furrowed and your chest heaving. You took the charge and took a step forward, moving your hand down to his stomach and placing your ear against his chest. 

Zoro shivered and tensed as your hand moved down his body and then felt your warm head press against his chest. Thoughts raced in his head, and he was unsure of what to do. He tilted his head down and unashamedly took a deep breath in, taking in the smell of your shampoo and leftover perfume that he loved so fucking much. His hand clenched yours more tightly, his cock still throbbing from the contact. You were everything he had hoped for and dreamed of. Each night, he would dream of you. Dreams of you holding his head taught to your pussy, gripping and grinding on his mouth, calling out his name in an angelic moan. Dreams of him holding your waist down onto the bed as he kissed his way to your neck down to your breasts. Dreams of holding you tightly in his arms in the middle of the night, pressing soft kisses to your head. He would wake with a start, his heart and cock aching- pre cum dampening his shorts. He would make haste to the bathroom; he needed to be there first every morning. A desperate urge to let the water that hit his back wash any and all thoughts of you while he watched his cum flow down with the water into the drain.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He held your hand, which was pressed against his stomach, and started moving it down slowly. You could hear his heart rate increasing as he moved your hand closer to his lower stomach, then over his pants. His hand held yours right above where his dick formed a tight tent on his pants. He didn’t want to pressure you to move your hand on his most intimate part when you didn’t want to. He needed you, but he respected you more. 

A small gasp escaped your lips. Your heart was now pounding, the strong rhythm loud enough that you could hear it roar in your ears, almost drowning out Zoro’s own pounding beat. Your head lifted and looked at him, his features dark and hued from the blue morning light. You gulped, your mouth dry before you attempted to speak.

“And… Did I do this? You ask, almost innocently, as you trail your hand down to his hard dick. You palmed him lightly, pleasantly surprised to feel how big and girthy he felt in your palm. Zoro groaned and grabbed your wrist tightly, holding you in place. He was completely at your will.

“(Y/N)...” He took his other hand and gripped your waist in a tight grip. “Y-you know what you’re doing,” He strained out, lightly jutting his hips forward for some friction. A ghost of a smirk graces on your face as you lean in. Breath light as a feather against the skin of his neck, causing small goosebumps to rise. “God…” Zoro moaned out as he started grinding himself into your cupped hand. You graciously felt him up and down; his hand on your waist started to roam your lower back, feeling you silently. 

“Zoro…” You breathed into his neck with a small smile. You brought your lips closer to his skin, right by his ear. “What am I doing?” 

Zoro gave a muffled groan, clenching his jaw and his hand around your body, pulling you taught to his chest. “Damn tease,” Zoro brought his hand to your ass, pushing your lower half to his cock where your hand resided. “You get to torture me for months with that damn mouth and body,” He exasperated. He takes in your stunned reaction, taking this moment to drag your wrists to the closest room- the bathroom, yanking the door open and tossing you in. Stumbling forward, you catch yourself against the wall. Realizing where you were, you quickly looked around- relief courses through your veins as you see nobody in the bathroom. Your body turns to see Zoro standing tall, his arms crossed over his chest, his eye piercing, earrings gleaming in the morning light. Zoro crosses the distance between you in a few long strides and grabs the back of your head.

“Zoro-” You couldn’t get out another word before he smashed his lips into yours in a heated, bruising kiss. A groan of pleasure emanates from both of your throats, his hands quickly feeling your stomach and grazing over your chest. You find your hands instinctively grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his head closer. A veined hand made its way to your throat, slightly pushing you back. 

Zoro glared at you with an almost primal look. A hand still loosely held your throat; feeling your pounding pulse against his fingertips gave him a sense of power he usually only felt in battle- a sense of urgency and power where he finally felt like he had control. A hand started undoing his belt, his eye never leaving your face, as he tossed his belt off to the side and unzipped his pants. His hand let go of your throat and then stepped a foot or two closer. The wild look you were giving him made his cock twitch against his boxers in anticipation, causing a small groan to escape his lips.  

“Zoro… I..” 

“Take my pants off.” He demanded. You’re once again left stunned by Zoro’s bluntness, but the dangerous look he gives you makes you swallow your pride and approach him. An apprehensive, shaky hand made its way to his zipper, slowly unzipping it and popping his button open. He kicked off his pants and his boxers all at once, impatience gnawing on his brain and his composure. His cock throbbed in the cold air, his tip red and angry from lack of attention. Pre cum dripped from his entrance, a thick string threatening to fall onto the floor.

“Been waitin’ too damn long for this,” He said gruffly, a sigh of contentment left his lips. Stingy hands gripped your face, kissing you harshly. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles tense and contort to your movement like a moth to a flame. Fingers brush against the outline of his cock softly, making his hips jerk forward and his hands against your face moving downward to grip your breast. 

“You feel perfect.” His fingers danced around your nipple, twisting and pulling, drawing out those beautiful moans he had only dreamt of. Moans are shared between you, your head foggy with pleasure at the feeling of his rough fingers through your shirt. 

“S’not enough..” Zoro mutters against your neck- his hands already diving under your shirt, pulling it over your head. A mix of a growl and a groan boomed from his chest, making you shaky in the knees. You took the initiative and fell to your knees, eager to please the man presenting himself in front of you. You hastily reach out, feeling his hard cock up and down, watching his skin move with the rhythm of your hands. A moan escaped you as you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together in pleasure. You would have never imagined this day would happen. A day when Zoro finally allows himself to feel his emotions. Finally, he allows himself to not bury everything down deep in that box. He has never felt more alive, seeing you sat on your knees, his inner fantasies coming to fruition. 

Your pussy throbs as you imagine him inside of you, ravaging and rearranging your insides mercilessly. Drool forms in your mouth as you quickly take him in your mouth, needing desperately to hear those delicious groans from his mouth that go straight to your cunt. 

“Shit… feel so good.” Zoro moaned, his face angled down to watch his cock disappear behind your puffy lips. You placed your hands against his thigh, bracing yourself as he started to thrust his cock down your throat. You gag and cough, but the sounds emanating from Zoro’s mouth made you rub your thighs together in pleasure. 

“Ungh… come on pretty, a little more for me.” The endearing word made you moan against his dick, making it vibrate slightly, causing Zoro to hiss in pleasure. You continue to suck until drool slips down your chin and onto the floor. The sounds coming from your mouth would have been embarrassing under any other circumstance; the sloshing and sound of spit against skin while you gagged was music to Zoro’s ears. 

Zoro’s hand in your hair yanked you back, making you release him with a slight “pop” sound. You take this moment to try and regain your breath, chest heaving with the effort to return oxygen to your needy lungs. 

“C’mere,” Zoro muttered while lifting his fingers up in a come hither motion. You shakily stood up, your underwear stuck to your cunt from how wet you were made you shift your thighs together. 

“You're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, dammit.” Zoro held your face in his hands and wiped any stray tears away with his thumb. He gave an unexpected small smile before kissing you gently. His mouth moved expertly against yours, his tongue asking for entrance by running it over your lips. His hands softly grabbed your waist and pushed you close to him, his wet cock against your exposed stomach. 

“Zoro…need you.” You begin to plead lightly, much to Zoro’s pleasure. 

“Yeah?” He muttered against your flesh, kissing your collarbone and chest, leaving no area dry from his wet kisses. 

“Lay down,” Zoro muttered, slightly pushing your body down. You went back to your knees and laid on your back, your upper half held up by your elbows. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Zoro said in a hushed tone, his eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was seeing your semi-naked form in front of him. You blushed strongly, a smile gracing your face as you looked at him expectantly. Zoro gripped his shirt and peeled it off his body, tossing it off to the side. You unashamedly stared at his naked form, his perfectly tan skin, the small and large scars that scattered his body and legs, large muscles rippling with power… it was all so beautiful. Even more heat gathered on your face and down your body as you continued to study him. 

Zoro took no time to kneel down and hover his hands over your shorts. He didn’t fail to notice the large blush across your features. 

“I’m serious, (Y/N).” He said sternly, hands gripping the edge of your shorts and began to pull them down, exposing your damp panties. 

“You’re just stunning…” He muttered as he bent down to leave kisses over your stomach and made his way down to your underwear. He took them in his teeth and began pulling them down. 

“Zoro… I- you’re everything to me.” You admitted, gripping the hairs at the back of his head. He groaned in response, taking your underwear completely off. He didn’t say anything, but he froze; his ears turned red, and his eyes widened at the confession from you. He stared at you, bewildered, before he crawled towards your face and kissed you harshly. Your teeth clinked together from how much power Zoro put into the kiss. You brought a hand down and lightly trailed down his chest, thumbing the large scar. The heated kiss was wonderful and nothing like what you had imagined kissing him would be like- his lips were slightly chapped with teeth indentations on his lips made for a rough surface, and his mouth tasted like the remains of sake. Your breath hitched as you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

Zoro was in heaven. The fact you were in the bathroom, his secret sanctuary, a place where he would allow himself to feel and think freely, made his hands shake. His eye made contact with yours, a mixture of love, adoration, desire, and want mirrored in your eyes. He would never admit it to himself or let himself think about it too long, but you’re everything he needed, too, if not more. He knew in the depths of his mind that he would fight hell for you, would let you do or say anything to him, would allow you to take his own swords and slash it at his skin if it meant you were happy. 

His cock pushed into your plush pussy, his eye never breaking from your face, memorizing every little twitch and whine that would grace your features. A guttural groan fell from his lips as he sheathed himself in you, feeling the warmth and wetness squeezing him. Your hands gripped his back as his head fell between your head and shoulder, kissing and nipping at your skin as he muttered sweet nothings while pounding into you at a ruthless pace. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, making you nearly scream out for him, your nails digging into his skin and dragging it down, leaving angry red marks he would be proud to show off later.

“Fu-fuck! You’re taking me perfectly…God..” His moans were almost louder than yours, proving how long he had been pining for you silently. 

“Zoro! Y-you feel so fucking amazing-mmm..” You continued to yell out his name as your legs wrapped around his waist in a tight grip, ensuring he couldn’t pull out of you until you were both spent. 

“Oh! Oh- fuck, need you right there, please, please, please!” You whined and writhed. His cock penetrated you in places you didn’t know would feel so amazing. You inhaled a sharp gasp as you felt yourself squeeze around him, the pleasure reaching an all-time high. Zoro was lost in you; the smell of your sex and hair, the whines and yelps, your nails and hands digging and wandering his chest and back was all too much. 

He sounded pathetic, whining and mewling your name. He was supposed to take care of you, but his cock gave a final twitch before he felt himself spill inside of you. A large groan escaped him, his eyes rolling up and his jaw wide open. His hands gripped your hip so tightly as he pushed his hips even further in you, needing to put every last drop of himself in you in some primal possessive way. You gave one final scream before you, too, released yourself on his cock, your juices spilling out around him made Zoro shiver. 

“Fuck…” Zoro heaved. He was stunned and breathless, his mind still reeling from how this wasn’t a dream. He looked down at you; your chest heaved with him, your face and chest flushed, and drool slightly dripped off the corner of your mouth. You had never looked more gorgeous. Zoro pulled himself out of you and watched his cum mixed with yours spill out of your hole, making his cock twitch, almost getting hard again. He gave a big huff of air before he flopped down next to you, an elbow propped his head up as he looked down at you with a smile. You turned your body to face him, a small smile across your face as you looked up at him and grazed a hand over his waist. 

Zoro felt a little apprehensive and awkward. Everything he had ever dreamed of was right here in front of him, but he didn’t know how to continue on after basically fucking you into the ground.

“So, uhh,” He cleared his throat, “... nice weather we’re having.” He gave you a crooked smile, teeth barely poking out from behind his lips. You gave a startled laugh as you buried your head into his chest, laughter, and happiness filling your being. You felt amazing. Being pleased and pleasured by Zoro after months of dancing around each other felt rejuvenating, and you felt like you could rule the world. 

“Heard there might be some strong winds today.” You tease as you push him back slightly and straddle his hips with a look of adoration that makes his heart skip multiple beats. Zoros's ears turned a little red at your actions. 

“Yeah?” He questioned with a big smirk. 

“Yeah… heard it might get a bit… rocky.” You smiled as you ended your sentence with a playful bite to his shoulder, causing him to jerk in surprise and grip your hair.

“Hey! What the hell ya doing biting me, huh?” Zoro said, almost defensively, but his eye betrayed his stoic look with amusement and playfulness glittering in it. 

“If you wanna bite something, go do it to someone else! I’m not your… plaything.” He said sternly, flipping you over and gently placing you on the floor. He frowned at you, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You were the only one that could make him smile like that. 

“I bet you want me to be my plaything-” You teased but ended up yelping in surprise as his teeth gently met your shoulder and bit into your skin. Your hand slapped his back, a giggle escaping your lips. Before you could retort, a knock sounded from the door, making you both freeze, your hearts pounding rapidly as one.

“Are you two done in there? I’ve been holding my piss for an hour!” Yells Usopp from the closed door. You both grimaced and blushed slightly from the intrusion and the fact that probably everyone on the crew knew you were in there. 

“Hold your piss!” Yelled Zoro as he glared at the door from over his shoulder.

“This is a shared bathroom, ya know!” Retorted Usopp as he stomped away. Zoro looked back at you, his face neutral but his eye filled with attraction for you. His hand softly raised, and some hair was pushed behind your ear before he silently got up and offered you a hand. You groaned at the effort to get up but were met with rough, warm hands on your waist, making a shiver run down your spine. He gently pushed you closer as he led you to the shower. 

“But- but Zoro, we have been here long enough!” You stammered out as he turned the hot water on. Zoro knew that, but he wasn't ready to face the world. He wasn’t prepared to let you go out there where you will probably go in separate directions, and he will have to shove all his feelings for you back in that box. He wanted, no- needed, more time. More time in this shitty bathroom that smelled like Pinesol and soap where he allowed himself to feel. He gripped your waist tighter and pulled you under the water despite your small struggle and gasps of protest. He stared down at you, willing you to join him silently. He felt the familiar spray of water hitting his back, taking a deep breath and exhaling it on the top of your head. You gave in, sensing his change in demeanor, wrapped your hands around his waist, and rested your head against his chest, feeling his heart pound against your ear. Sounds of the crew waking up melted into the background as you both gripped each other, using this moment to just be in the moment. Zoro needed this. He felt his stonewall crack a little, his figurative box melting under the warmth of your body and the water. His hands gripped your waist a little tighter as he closed his eyes. Maybe he can find happiness after all.

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Wed 11 Sept // Day 349 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Ugly Betty (rw with mum) 4x08 The Bahamas Triangle

In the steamy Bahamas, the love triangle between Betty, Matt and Amanda explodes, and romantic pairings abound. Things should be dreamy at the Atlantis resort, where even Shakira is staying, but Betty has a nightmarish photo shoot after Willie learns her nemesis, Penelope Graybridge, snagged a coveted job, and, even more importantly, discovers Connor is very much alive.

New York Wilhelmina: If anyone tells you there's something called "island time," drown them in their daiquiri and poke their eyes out with the umbrella.

Bahamas Willie, post-sex, tits out: It's island time, Betty. Jump on board, man.

Frasier (with mum) 6x16 Decoys

Donny is now going out with Daphne, which Niles is not happy about. On the plus side, Donny has managed to secure something for him out of the divorce settlement: Maris' lake-front cottage, Shady Glen.

If I confess my love for Daphne to Roz, can I 'pretend' to also be in love with her so we can go on a romantic weekend getaway together?

Burn Notice (rw with L) 1x01 Pilot

Michael Westen, a contract agent for various agencies including the CIA, finds that a burn notice has been issued for him. Stranded in Miami, he takes the case of a caretaker accused of stealing millions from his boss.

Detective Bautista vs. The Devil. Featuring: a yogurt-enthusiast/ burned spy, his hypochondriac mother, his explosive once-Irish ex-girlfriend, and their roguish sugar-mommy-loving bestie.

[modcrnspirits]

Javier Valderas

Info:

Face: Pedro Pascal Age: 45 Occupation: Detective Gift: No specific one, but he can talk and deal with gods and demons Sexuality: Gay Position: Mostly Bottom Family: Two brothers: Ignacio (Raul Castillo) and Miguel (Oscar Isaac) / Francis' ex-husband Gods Connection: Xōchipilli, Hera, Ishtar, Uzume.

Body Type:

Cock Size: 6.2 inches (16 cm) Cock Shape: normal girth, small inclination to the left Type: Uncut Balls and Pubes: Shaved balls, trimmed pubes over his cock Ass: Round and firm cheeks, very little hair down there. Tattoos: 1. The first generation paramour tattoo: a circle (looks like a sun) around his bellybutton, given by the gods (and connected to his "ability" of getting sons) This tattoo doesn't seem to be made of ink, but of scar tissue. It glows a special golden color when it is active, meaning that the person is fertile. Body type: Well taken care of dadbod, a small pouch but strong arms and chest. Body hair: a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest, very little fur Special attributes: on fertile moments (especially with gods of gods' vessels, his ass produces a natural lubricant, that the gods call "honey". /During m-pregs, there are natural transformations (bigger belly, bigger tits, etc)

History:

A normal man dealing with gods? Javier was never afraid of that, but it cost him many, many things. He used to be a cop, the perfect one, but once he started to go after the mac Cumhaill's, all went south. First, he fell in love with Francis. The two got married and Javier left the police and started his own private thing.

Second, his list of clients started to be very unusual - creatures from fairy tales and such. Third, he almost died and Francis decided that it was time for them to finish their relationship before more "enemies" would come for his head.

Third, gaining so much attention due to Francis' love and devotion for this human, Javier was chosen by the Aztec god, Xōchipilli, and made into one of the gods' concubines. This new role also made his old relationship a bit harder to continue.

Still, the detective has a very tight relationship with his old husband's family.

That tight relationship includes nights they spend together but also a very detailed list of lovers Javier has and all his sexual adventures. Right now he is almost one of Francis' sugar lovers, but he hates to think of himself that way.

In bed:

he likes breeding, knotting, public cruising, uniforms, FF, feet worship, musk, rimming, etc.

[anantaru]

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— SAFE FOR WORK

is he jealous? (heizou, scaramouche)

rejecting his cuddles (scaramouche)

favorite spot you kiss him on (scaramouche)

how he kisses you (heizou, scaramouche)

not saying "i love you" back (ayato, scaramouche)

he doesn‘t want you to leave (kazuha, heizou, itto, scaramouche)

sleeping over for the first time (scaramouche, kazuha, heizou)

dodging his kiss (scaramouche, thoma)

reading thirst tweets (scaramouche, kazuha)

falling asleep on him (scaramouche)

kissing him (scaramouche)

telling him "we need to talk" (scaramouche, gorou)

telling him "i‘m glad i didn‘t break up with you that one time" (scaramouche)

cute things they do unintentionally (scaramouche)

kissing him (ayato)

"five more minutes" (scaramouche)

first kiss (scaramouche)

taking care of his wounds (scaramouche)

calling him a petname for the first time (kazuha, scaramouche)

cuddles after work (heizou, scaramouche, ayato)

does he like it when you're being clingy? (scaramouche)

you ask him "can i sit on your lap?" (heizou)

comforting you on a bad day (scaramouche)

flavored chapstick challenge (scaramouche)

— NOT SAFE FOR WORK

touch starved (ayato)

giving him head (ayato)

saying the safeword (ayato)

it‘s your birthday (ayato, itto)

playing with her (ei)

playing with you (yae miko)

pleasing you (ningguang)

using her (ayaka)

mine, mine alone (heizou)

valentines day (itto)

corruption (kazuha)

face riding (kokomi)

tit lover (scaramouche)

tease me, please me (scaramouche, heizou)

he’s praising you (ayato)

brat taming (ayato, scaramouche)

sugar daddy (ayato)

wants to be on top (heizou)

valentines day (scaramouche, heizou)

putting on a show (scaramouche)

drunk on you (ayato, kazuha)

riding him (kazuha, heizou, itto)

using his face (kazuha, heizou)

they tease you (kazuha)

finishing inside (kazuha)

asking him to finish (kazuha)

putting it in first time (kazuha, scaramouche)

where he likes to finish (kazuha)

growing frustration (heizou, scaramouche)

too huge for you (heizou)

three-way (gorou, tighnari)

where he likes to finish (scaramouche)

he‘s turning angry (scaramouche)

loves your lips (heizou)

rockstar! troupe (scaramouche)

hours on hours (heizou)

an experience like no other (heizou)

"keep your hands on the headboard" (ayato)

nut in me november (scaramouche)

always kissing your clit (scaramouche)

how long they last during nnn (scaramouche, heizou)

knows you like it rough (scaramouche)

where his hands are during it (scaramouche, ayato)

you feel it? (scaramouche)

marking him up (scaramouche)

he talks you through it (ayato)

overstimm and edging (scaramouche)

break up, make up (heizou, ayato)

— SAFE FOR WORK

boyfriend headcanons (scaramouche)

jealous! bf headcanons (scaramouche)

valentines day headcanons (thoma, kazuha)

valentines day headcanons (scaramouche, heizou)

— SAFE FOR WORK

— KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

weightless (~500 words)

in which you’re dancing in the rain with kazuha.

— SCARAMOUCHE | WANDERER

the tea is piping hot (gossip bf kuni) (~500 words)

after a long day you find yourself back in between scaramouche’s warm embrace while gossiping to your hearts content.

don’t be cruel (1.7k words) -> part two

after you were trying your hardest, over and over again, to make your relationship work yet still failing in the end, you ultimately decided it‘d be better to end it with scaramouche.

are you deaf, or just stupid? (800 words)

visiting a club at night wasn't something scaramouche would normally agree on, but when someone asks if you're single all of a sudden, the night appeared to become all the more eventful.

forevermore (1k words)

in which scaramouche comforts you after a bad day.

sleepless nights shine so bright (1.1k words)

sleepless nights with your boyfriend kuni.

— NOT SAFE FOR WORK

— SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

lets solve this mystery together (2.1k words)

detective heizou was more than just a world class detective, he was skilled in many ways.

is that my shirt? (1.7k words)

heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work.

— SCARAMOUCHE | WANDERER

you’re so tasty, yeah it hurts! (1.5k words)

scaramouche likes to put all of his frustration and stress into eating you out, cumming untouched in the process.

when love takes over your heart (4.1k words)

with all the trauma scaramouche had suffered from in the past, you made it your duty to show him that it was okay to love and crave intimacy.

i like it hot, i like it wet (2.6k words)

the temperature in sumeru continues to grow with the heat making scaramouche horny and frustrated.

sneaky devil (2.1k words) -> part one

being with your ex on a friday night surely was the last thing you had in mind.

i hate everyone but you (1.7k words)

scaramouche has always been yours, yet he needs you to know that you'll always be his no matter what— even when you get all flustered while he shows you.

one kiss is all it takes … or more? (1.3k words)

your boyfriend scaramouche can be so grumpy sometimes, but you know of a couple ways that will make him show his soft side.

— ARATAKI ITTO

three seconds (5.9k words)

as your relationship was ready to take the next step, itto wanted you to meet his granny who had raised him for the majority of his life and was beyond thrilled to show you where he grew up in as a child, or especially how cozy his old bedroom seemed to be.

— KAMISATO AYATO

power and weakness (1.4k words)

kamisato ayato, a man who, from the outside, appeared to be both a gentleman and a playboy alike, yet from the inside, he was anything but that, because in reality he was inexperienced and without skill, yet full of need.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[klara-konka]

My favourite parts of Dolly Alderton’s Twenty-eight Lessons Learnt in Twentyeight Years

You are the sum total of everything that has happened to you up until that last slurp of that cup of tea you just put down. How your parents hugged you, that thing your first boyfriend once said about your thighs – these are all bricks that have been laid from the soles of your feet up. Your eccentricities, foibles and fuck-ups are a butterfly effect of things you saw on telly, things teachers said to you and the way people have looked at you since the first moment you opened your eyes. Being a detective for your past – tracing back through all of it to get to the source with the help of a professional – can be incredibly useful and freeing.

Don’t eat sugar every day. Sugar turns everything on the outside and inside of your body to shit. Three litres of water makes everything work properly. A glass of red wine is medicinal.

It is futile and knackering to try and make all your tiny choices representative of your moral compass then beat yourself up when this plan inevitably fails. Feminists can get waxed. Priests can swear. Vegetarians can wear leather shoes. Do as much good as you can. The weighty representation of the world cannot rest on every decision you make.

Let people laugh at you. Let yourself be a tit. Pronounce things wrong. Spill yoghurt down your shirt. It is the greatest relief to finally let it happen.

It’s completely OK to focus on yourself. You’re allowed to travel and live on your own and spend all your money on yourself and flirt with whoever you like and be as consumed with your work as you want. You don’t have to get married and you don’t have to have children. It doesn’t make you shallow if you don’t want to open up and share your life with a partner. But it’s also completely not OK to be in a relationship if you know that you want to be on your own.

Gender, age and size regardless: everyone looks good in a white shirt or a thick polo neck or brown leather boots or a denim jacket or a navy pea coat.

Try to pretend Wi-Fi on the tube doesn’t exist. It’s completely shit anyway. Always have a book in your bag.

If you’re feeling wildly overwhelmed with everything, try this: clean your room, answer all your unanswered emails, listen to a podcast, have a bath, go to bed before eleven.

Swim naked in the sea at every possible opportunity. Go out of your way to do it. If you are driving somewhere faintly near the coast and you smell the salty lick of the sea in the air, park the car, take off your clothes and don’t stop running until you’re titsdeep in icy ocean.

Dolly Alderton’s Everything I Know about Love is a great book, especially if you’re having a quarter life crisis and I can’t recommend it enoug, even though I couldn’t really relate to the first few chapters.

[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

[atinywhore]

prompts masterlist

hey loves here are some prompts because I literally have not been able to use my single brain cell to come up with anymore oneshots! Please feel free to ask and request some from me :)

please see my rules for requests before you get to requesting :)))

I am a full time college student and I Las have a job but I will get your requests out as soon as I can :) thank you loves <3

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AUs:

amnesia (a)

apocalypse (b)

arranged marriage (c)

assassin (d)

bakery (e)

blind date (f)

bodyguard (g)

business (h)

cambion (i)

cafe/coffee shop (j)

college (k)

criminal (l)

dancer (m)

dark fantasy (n)

delivery (o)

detective (p)

ella enchanted (q)

fairy tale (r)

fake relationship (s)

flower shop (t)

harem/ reverse harem (u)

highschool (v)

historical (w)

hitman (x)

holiday (y)

hospital (z)

hooker (1)

idol/ model (2)

imprinting (3)

magic (4)

nephilim (5)

pirate (6)

prison (7)

reincarnation (8)

reverse (9)

road trip (10)

romeo and juliet (11)

roomate (12)

royalty (13)

serial killer (14)

single parent (15)

soulmate (16)

space (17)

spy (18)

street racing (19)

sugar daddy (20)

time traveler (21)

treasure hunter (22)

urban fantasy (23)

vampire/werewolf (24)

wonderland (25)

Prompts:

"What? does that feel good?" (100)

"You're safe now, don't worry." (101)

"Do you want to sit on my lap until I'm finished?" (102)

"I'm never leaving you. You won't ever have to suffer by yourself every again." (103)

"It's never too early babe." (104)

"I can't take the loneliness anymore." (105)

"You had your chance, but you wasted it." (106)

"Do I look like I moved on?" (107)

"But you promised.." (108)

"You said you'd always be there for me." (109)

"Did it ever occur to you that all you're doing is hurting me?" (110)

"I think I might be falling in love with you.." (111)

"Please.. talk to me." (112)

"I know we don't know each other very well, but I can't seem to get you out of my mind." (113)

"She's not yours." (114)

"You think this will make me stay?" (115)

"All he did was use you. Why can't you see that?" (116)

"There is no us, there never was." (117)

"Don't you dare walk out on me." (118)

"Are you wearing my shirt?" (119)

"Bite me" (120)

"You broke me." (121)

"Where the hell have you been? (122)

"Isn't the thrill of getting caught half of the fun?" (123)

"Can I have my reward for being good now?" (124)

"Ass or tits, your choice" (125)

"Show me how you play with yourself" (126)

"Just you wait til we are in private." (127)

"The things I'm going to do to you baby" (128)

"You're gonna regret that (enter pet name)" (129)

"What were you dreaming about baby?" (130)

"I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick." (131)

"Like what you see?" (132)

"Try to stay quiet baby girl, okay?" (133)

"We don't want to get caught do we?" (134)

"Beg for it slut" (135)

"Open." (136)

"Mine." (137)

"You better behave or else." (138)

"Tell me how bad you want it" (139)

"I need you now" (140)

"Did I stutter?" (141)

"Everyone keeps warning me against you." (142)

"You make even one sound and I stop" (143)

"God, you are so fucking gorgeous." (144)

"It's been you. It's always been you.." (145)

[angryschnauzer]

Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together. 

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

-

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am”

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat. 

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

-

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

-

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

[helloswallowtailcat]

Top 5 ND fuckboys

**JUST TO BE CLEAR, I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT THERE ARE PROBLEMATIC JOKES IN HERE, SPECIFICALLY ABOUT SEXUAL ASSAULT AND COLONIALISM, PLEASE PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK**

Dieter von Schwesterkrank

I have so much disdain for this guy, partly because from the moment you walk into his studio he speaks to you like he’s seen so many girls march through his door before, whether for sexual purposes or otherwise, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a “casting couch” policy. On top of it, his relationship with Minette is meant to explicitly parallel that of Noisette and Hans, and despite the fact that the actions of his great-uncle absolutely do not reflect on him, I just cannot get the taste of Nazi out of my mouth. He probably has an instagram page filled with pap shots taken with celebrity models. He’s a tired, wannabe influencer that no one actually notices. He probably puts zero effort into pleasing his partners and zones out during sex. And don’t think I support his arch rival Jean Mi, who is just as contemptible Eurotrash.

2. Taylor Sinclair

I feel like this man has “degenerate” sex, and you may know why. He strikes me as the kind of person who achieved moderate success and wealth with absolutely no qualifications and by profiting off of other people’s accomplishments. Correct me if I’m wrong, as I’m not well-versed in Taylor’s backstory, but what with his Latin American connections, I feel like he regularly snorts cocaine out of hundred dollar bills off of hooker’s tits while also engaging in more extreme sexual fetishes. He probably regularly hires escorts and/or uses sugar daddy dating websites.

3. Tino Balducci

This guy is eminently unlikeable, but also entertaining. He uses any greasy sexual charm he possesses to further his floundering career as a private detective after he unceremoniously lost his job as a police detective in the wake of TRN. He is just as much a clout chaser as Dieter, if not more so, because he’s even more talentless and desperate. He constantly tries to hit up Z-list celebrities and be seen in the company of people who he thinks might raise his profile, as his brief run-in with tabloid fame triggered an appetite for that ubiquitous “Kardashian-level” notoriety. He has sex with women based on number of instagram followers.

4. Lou Talbot

He’s a self-proclaimed polyamorous stoner, artist California dude who hides a much darker secret. Because of the fact that he’s involved in substantial illegal activity (ie stealing/prospecting for dinosaur bones) I get the impression that he’s quite manipulative and mean-spirited and his chill, laidback persona is just a facade. I could totally see him blackmailing Nancy for attempting to steal his snowshoes by forcing her to have sex with him.

5. Rick Arlen/Brady Armstrong

These two are lumped into the same profile because they’re basically the same, two moderately successful actors who think they’re hot stuff, but who will be absorbed by the abyss of mediocrity by the time streaming becomes a thing. They will both probably attempt to stage pathetic reality show “comebacks” and book cringy guest appearances on more successful shows that will ultimately go nowhere. In the meantime, both try and seduce women with the promise of career advancement, meaning that they would eventually get hit with some serious MeToo allegations, which they, of course, vigorously deny.

Honourable Mentions: Alejandro del Rio: This guy is so passive aggressive, I bet he has role play sex involving conquistadors which allow him to release all that bottled up sexual frustration and rage.

Richard Topham: I believe he is established in-universe to be a hack and a scam artist, so I can definitely see him taking advantage of gullible young women to fulfill his sexual desires. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors, and I can totally see him building up a Stepford wife army of naive young housewives and gullible young girls that he either attempts to seduce or straight up sexually harasses and/or attempts to rape. Because of both the time period and the economic climate I can definitely see him threatening and/or extorting these women and them being far more vulnerable to him than they otherwise might be. He is clearly extremely manipulative and unscrupulous and so, I do not put it past him to abuse his power.

Yanni Volkstaia: I feel like this guy is less malicious in his sexual habits, but that he regularly has group sex, threesomes and casual sex in general because of the nature of his celebrity athlete lifestyle and sex really functions as a release mechanism for him. I could also totally see him hooking up with his competitors/fellow athletes before and after the events. (unrelated but volk means wolf in Russian)

Oh, before I forget, Markus Boehm: It’s sort of implied that he’s a relatively shallow, superficial playboy who left Anja pretty suddenly. I prefer to believe Anja is just an unreliable narrator in this scenario, but I digress. I totally see him living a *tasteful* playboy lifestyle. He’s such a fun and disinterested phone contact (compared to Ned who is clingy beyond belief) and he will weirdly stonewall certain topics, it’s delightful. He feels like a fun palate cleanser from the overly invested Neds and Franks of the world.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Gavin Giving You Problems? (Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader

Universe: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: Swearing, inappropriate nicknames, mention of fighting and injury

Request: Can I have a Gavin reed x reader where she's the only one who he is actually nice to - though they have this joking relationship where they sort of just call each other names and jokingly insult each other (which the androids never understand but we can move past that). Reader notices one day that Gavin's acting really weirdly and asks what's wrong. He avoids the question until eventually blurting that he wants to go on a date with her and she just smiles and calls him an idiot and says yes.

Your name was infamous in the department. It wasn’t a bad type of notoriety either, it was simply that your name was used in a saying around. “Gavin causing you problems? Call on Y/N.” It may have been Hank to start it, or maybe even Fowler so people would stop coming to him when Gavin was being an ass. Some even thought it was you who started it.

The reason that the saying was there was due to how the detective treated you. He didn’t care for anyone else, he’d tell anyone to fuck off, shove them and in the android’s case, punch them in the face. Except you. Connor and Conan had asked Hank how that came to be, and Hank simply explained that Gavin had taken a shine to you the day you were transferred into the department. The fact that on the first day you bought everyone coffee and then brought in pizza for lunch as a ‘lets start off on a good foot’ may have played a small role in how Gavin perceived you, but Hank knew better. Everyone knew better. 

“The main reason is because he likes her.” 

“But…” Conan stopped, his LED going orange for a moment. “They… they call each other mean names and threaten each other from across the room with hand gestures…” 

“That is true. Just yesterday I saw her ask Gavin for coffee and he gave her the finger and blew a rasberry.” Connor confirmed. 

“Did he get her the coffee?” Hank asked.

“Well… yes.” 

“Exactly. It’s banter. Think of it that he’s being as nice of an asshole that he can be especially for her, and since that’s his way of showing affection, she returns it.” He explained. Connor seemed to have gotten it when he gave a hesitant nod. 

“Why doesn’t he just tell her he likes her then?” Conan then enquired. Hank shrugged to that. No one really knew why. Everyday the entire department watched you guys flirt in your own ways, with him calling you anything from simply a bitch, to that one time he called you sugar tits and promptly got yelled at by Fowler for it, though you found it hilarious, and you called him Sugar Dick in response from then on, with a sprinkle of dickwad whenever Fowler was in ear shot. You two would also kick each other’s chair, hide each other’s things and sometimes wrestle in the middle of the office, and needless to say neither of you held back. Fowler, Conan and Anderson had all told you off at least once for giving each other black eyes and other bruises from it, though both of you were giggling the entire time.

This cycle continued, until one morning, when Gavin was… quiet. Everyone was on high alert, worried he was in a terrible mood and he was on the verge of lashing out. Even Conan was worried to ask what was wrong, and instead he waited by the entrance doors for your arrival, remembering the saying, and the advice given to him by everyone else. Gavin causing you problems? Call on Y/N. 

Eventually you walked through the door, jumping out of your skin when the android stepped forward and called your name. “Sorry Detective Y/N, but it’s… urgent. It’s Detective Reed.” He explained, and you quickly went from holding your heart to looking at Gavin’s desk. His head was in his hands, the heel of his foot tapping against the floor. “He’s been very agitated since he came in this morning and we don’t know what to do…” 

“Okay. Leave it to me, I’ll sort it.” You told him. Conan quietly took your things so you could go to Reed immediately, and Conan dropped your things off at your desk, and Connor and Hank saw him do so and walked over to him, and all watched from your desk as you came up to Gavin getting his attention. They couldn’t hear you, but your body languages told them enough. You put an arm on his desk and leant on it, tilting your head to rest on your shoulder as you spoke to him. Gavin responded by leaning back in his chair, arms on the rests doing shrugging motions with his hands. He was being defensive. You tilted your head to the other shoulder, and Gavin seemed to huff and look to the side. This time they heard you audibly say his name to make him look at you. You paused, waiting for an answer from him, and they saw Gavin cross his legs and arms, and rub his neck as he said something to you. You stood up straight, and Gavin said something else, seeming to curl into himself more, before they saw your shoulders jiggle a little, and playfully slap his head, before nodding at him and saying something. Gavin relaxed, a joyous smile covering his face. 

“No way.” Hank grinned. “I think he just asked her out.” Both androids perked up at the suggestion. You left his side, coming over to your desk, seeing the three waiting there for you. 

“What was the problem?” Conan inquired, trying and failing to hide his smile. Connor was grinning like a dork and Hank had to cover his mouth to hide his. 

“The dickwad was being nervous to ask me out to dinner.” You told them. 

“It’s about fuckin time.” Hank grumbled, and you playfully wacked him with a folder on your desk, making him giggle and escape to his desk, the androids also parting to go back to their partners. You sent a look back to Gavin, who was just smiling back, his cheeks probably hurting. You kissed your middle finger and flagged him off with a smile, making him chuckle.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[thetorturerwrites]

So glad to see you’re set up in your new place! This is a softer request, so if you’re not feeling it, that’s totally cool! But, I’d like to please request some sensation play with some praise and maybe size kinks thrown in, if those work! Flip is my favorite character, but feel free to take it wherever you want. Thank you! Btw I love Crawl and Heads I Win Tails You Lose!

Hello dear. So, I focused on one part of this request instead of both. And I wondered, how do we do size kink on a body that isn’t small? Most of the size kink I’ve seen talks about perky little pussies and bellies so small we can see the dicks inside moving. What does it look like when it is a body that isn’t so tiny? I, personally, am not a small person. So, this was something I really wanted to make commentary on. I hope you enjoy. Its called Sugar.

***

The instant you came through the door, Flip was on you.  He was all hands, grabbing your shapely hips, burying his face into the curve of your neck, shoving you down the hallway and into the records room. With a hard kick, he slammed the door and had it locked before you could even squeak out your surprise.

He was always like this. Always both hands on you at all times. Always lips or teeth or tongue. The number of times he made you cum in this very room was shockingly high, but he’d yet to actually fuck you in the records room, or anywhere, the way he kept teasing. The very idea of it kept you in a constant liquid state, and you were beyond ready for him to follow through on the threat.

“D’you want them all to hear you scream?” His fingers trailed up your bare thighs and beneath the white hem of your dress. “Is that why you’re here at one in the afternoon?”

You hummed and hit him in the shoulder with the little paper sack. Playing coy was your favorite part of the game. His too.

“I brought you lunch, Zimmerman. That’s all.”

You chuffed a laugh but then sucked that breath right back in when his heat-seeking hands wrapped around the globes of your ass and lifted. Clinging to his shoulders, you whined and danced on the very ends of your tiptoes. The hungry sound at your collarbone sent shivers racing down your back because he just found out your secret.

“Like fuck you did.” He bunched your dress up around your middle, slapped your panty-free ass hard, and looked at you like you were a goddamn meal. “Forget somethin’, sugar?”

Not satisfied with your throat any longer, Flip buried his fingers in your hair and turned your face into a hot kiss. He walked you backwards to the metal desk along the wall, lifted you onto it, and swallowed your resultant screech at how cold the damn top was.

You weren’t sure why he wanted to fuck you. He had fans and groupies, hangers on and lookie-loos. Pretty little blondes threw themselves at him everywhere he went -- even when he was with you. A slim waistline and perky tits were not in your arsenal, but rounded hips, thick thighs, and more than enough ass to grab were.

But he did. He did want to fuck you. That much, he’d made clear.

Done second guessing the why of it, you tugged at the gold buckle of his belt and popped the button on his jeans. His hungry kisses turned ravenous as you untucked his heavy cock and stroked until your fingers were sticky. When he finally let you breathe, your chest heaved against his, and you squeezed hard, loving the growl he rewarded you with.

“You might wreck me, but it's high time you took advantage of me, Detective.”

In seconds, he had hooked his hands under your legs, scooted you to the very edge of the table, and tipped your pelvis up to receive him. You planted your hands, watching as he dipped his thumb between your labia and rubbed a teasing line from opening to hood.

“Good girl. Ready for me?” He crooned and leaned in to lick at your lips. “Yeah, you are.”

You barely had time to bite your lip and nod before the round end of his dick found your core and pushed in. You knew Flip was big. Hell, before you even saw his dick, you knew he was big. There was absolutely nothing average about Flip Zimmerman. 

But feeling it in your hands, having it shoved in your mouth was different than it breaking apart your sex. You winced and squirmed, letting your head fall back on a gasp.

His hand curved around the back of your neck, keeping you upright and within striking distance of his lips and teeth. His thumb dug so hard into your thigh you felt the nail, earning him a pitiful whimper as he packed another inch of his devastating cock into your straining pussy. Your lungs skittered, breath stalling inside, but you couldn’t look away from how intently he watched his cock disappear into your body.

“That’s it. Fuck, look at how well your pussy takes my cock. Almost there, sugar.”

You didn’t think you were going to make it. He was too long, too wide, too much. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you were about to tell him you couldn’t do it, that he had to stop. But just before the words left your tongue, his body lined up flush against yours, his ruthless dick bottoming out.

You heaved for breath and clung to his flannel, fisting both tingling hands into the soft fabric. Trembling, you concentrated on his mouth and the wet trail of kisses he left on your jaw, neck, and shoulder. Both of his big hands wrapped around your hips, strong fingers splaying across your ass. You barely had yourself under control when he withdrew from your clutching cunt and shoved back in with a snap of his hips. You choked, feeling kicked in the gut but deliciously, wickedly filled by the same stroke. 

“There’s my greedy girl. This what you wanted, sugar? Split open by my cock?”

You could only nod, delirious from the way every pass stretched you, the way he praised you for being able to accept him. Soft, mewling sounds soon gave way to loud whines. A rowdy chorus of ‘yesfuckyes’ tumbled loose as his pace picked up. 

“Say yes one more time and I’m gonna make you bleed.”

The menace was muffled by the way he buried his nose in your hair. He worked hard to maintain control, but you were rapidly losing all semblance of yours.

Breathless, shameless, your voice wavered. 

“I can take it.”

The lusty whinge that escaped your watering mouth was all the license he needed to throw himself into you.

“Yeah you fucking can.”

He shoved you back onto the table, gripped your hips terribly tight, and slammed into you so hard you forgot your name. You didn’t care who heard you now, letting your shouts echo incoherently. He held you in place like you weighed next to nothing, crashing into you so forcefully the table scraped along the floor and banged into the wall.

Your fingers scrambled across the smooth metal. You arched up painfully high. Your hips dipped into that irresistible cradle, and Flip moaned your name so loud you thought you might combust. When his fingers found your throbbing clit, you shouted yourself hoarse, bucking wild like you were riding lightning.

“You think some size 2 can handle my cock like this? Hm?” His voice was raspy and tight as he addressed fears you'd never admitted to him out loud. “Think they could fuck me like you are? Take all of my dick and then some? Let me have it, sugar.”

You clawed at his wrists, squeezed your eyes shut, and held your breath. Your insides sizzled, branded by the claim of his dick and words. He wasn’t wrong; that missile of a cock he had would murder a weaker woman. But you… Your everything locked up tight, cunt clamping down, jaws slamming together as the shock of orgasm lit you up. Shot-gunning up the length of your spine, it burst into your brain and loosed a strangled cry that shook you to the end of every nerve.

You didn’t hear him cum, didn’t see the possessive gleam in his eyes as he watched you writhe, didn’t feel the twitch of his dick deep inside. Everything was hushed, blurry, and a million miles away. 

Humming in delirious satisfaction, you curled up into his chest. For a good long while, he held you like this, murmuring praises into the crown of your head and pressing kisses to your temples. Blushing to the tips of your toes at his tenderness, you shifted gingerly, feeling the ache and soreness already take root.

You wondered if he really did make you bleed.

Rubbing your nose against his shoulder, you pointed over his shoulder to the bag on the floor.

“I really did bring you lunch."

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Twisted Wonderland Oc

Note: These two lovely drawings were drawn by @minlem-ender​, @aulilyu, @skipps-draws​ and @otomegirlfreakout​ respectively. I know they’re different but they are the same girl. Also sorry if my description on her are not like the drawings. The last one is from picrew and is what her eyes are supposed to look like and the guy next to her is supposed to be Epel.

[I survived, and thrived in a school for villains. Underestimating will be your greatest regret.]

Name: Valerie Kemonohito

Nicknames: Val, Vally, Princess, Henchwoman (by Grim), Miss Valerie (by the NPCs), The Rabbit of Night Raven, Reine des lapins, Mademoiselle Trickster, Dame des opales ( all by Rook), Sea bunny (by Floyd),Sugar tits (by Amane), Herbivore, Little Rabbit (all by Leona), Little Imp (By Sam), Dove (By Lilia), Child of man (By Malleus) The Princess of Ramshackle. The Princess of Night Raven.

Voice actors: Kana Asumi (Japanese) Leah Clark (English)

Gender: Female

Birthday: Oct 3

Star sign: Libra

Height: 150 cm

Homeland: Real-world.

Dorm: Ramshackle.

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous.

Year: 1 

Student no: 26

Occupation: Student, Dorm leader, Part-time idol.

Club: Gargoyle research club

Best subject: Potions

Hobby: Reading, listening to music, binge watching sewing, and knitting.

Favorite food: Cinnamon rolls and Oyakodon.

Hated food: Bitter melon.

Special skills: Rhythmic gymnastics.

Appearance: Valerie has an angelic oval-shaped face with wavy chocolate brown waist-length hair in a half up braid crown tied by a bubblegum pink bow with the ends of the ribbons sticking up; akin to rabbit ears and a few strands framing her face. Doe-like opal eyes with long lashes and snow-white skin. Valerie has a voluptuous and a lithe body.

Outfit: A white button-up shirt with a black and white striped ribbon that she knotted into a butterfly bow, a pink vest with gold accents and buttons, mid-thigh obsidian black skirt with gold accents with black cycling shorts, and a matching blazer and black stockings and black biker boots.

Personality: Valerie is a sweet and gracious young lady. She has a compassionate and caring heart that won’t hesitate to help others. Valerie has saint-like patience, and her ability to empathize with people draws them to her and often the mediator in fights. Valerie is a realistic optimist no matter what the situation is or how depressing. Valerie will remain calm and try to solve the problem as best as she can.

Despite her kind and soft nature, she can be exceptionally determined, focused, and somewhat competitive when the situation calls for it. This side usually appears when she participates in sports or other crucial events.

Valerie can be absurdly blunt to the point of sounding heartless, and when pushed to the edge. She’ll be surrounded by an unholy murderous aura while keeping a smiling facade. She will not hesitate to use force or threats to get her point across, albeit minuscule.

Valerie is sharp-witted. Able to create peculiar but well-thought-out strategies quickly and using what she has for her advantage. Valerie is an open-minded person; she strongly believes in not judging a book by its cover. Preferring to keep a neutral point of view in meeting people.  Valerie is vigilant of her surroundings and can detect if a person is lying to her or not, but sometimes she would stay quiet for the sake of respect.

However, sometimes Valerie puts too much pressure on herself to keep others happy and neglect her own needs.  In living in a world filled with magic, she occasionally finds herself being dead weight to them.

Valerie is immensely affectionate. She has no trouble displaying it with her friends, seeing it as a way to show her love to them. Unexpectedly Valerie is unbelievably dense in noticing romantic gestures aimed towards her.

Valerie is quite cheeky, lightheartedly teasing her friends and playfully touching them. Unknowing her actions are coming as flirtatious.

Bio: Valerie was born in Tokyo, Japan and raised in a small diner by her mom and grandparents. Her mother stayed with her until she's one years old before leaving her with her grandparents for the time being. They both raised with love and care, albiet often taking her to their heists. Her mother returned at third birthday and on that day they became a proper family.

At three she started her gymnastics training, however when she turned five she was nearly kidnaped and thus started her combat training at six. At kindergarten, she asked her mother why doesn't she have a father since the children in her class had, it was first and last time she asked when her mother replied that he's dead.

Her mother trained her at a young age, akin to a soldier but more softer since she was child. Starting with simple games for her to improved her cardio and speed then moved on to more serious exercises. Her mother was trained her in various forms of combat such as krav maga, hapkido, karate, taekwondo, judo and muay thai to which she grasp them easily, thanks to her experience in rhythmic gymnastics. At seven her family took her on a camping trip, her grandparents left camp to find more firewood and came back to find Valerie's mom skinning a duck and Valerie strangling another one to death and at ten her mother taught her how to use a plastic knife and air soft guns. Her grandparents contributed on teaching her how to cook and pick-pocket.

She had a normal childhood until middle school started, at the first day some kids were off put by her eyes and when she played sports the boys were frustrated she won. Though she made some friends through the year, they had to move leaving her alone. She was finally expelled when she nearly beaten five upperclassmen to the brink of death when they tried to remove her clothes her. Even it was an act of self-defense and she was the victim, the school labeled her as a monster.

Since then she was home-schooled by her mother and helped around the diner. In one incident, a woman tried to attack her, claiming she was having an affair with her husband. Thankfully, the regulars and staff held her back and was arrested. It turns out she just had similar hair coloring.

Valerie was on her way home from the library when she found herself staring at a black horse, it was all she remembered before waking up in a coffin.

Likes: Her friends, music, rhythmic gymnastics, watching bad movies with her friends, cherry blossoms, krav maga, rainy days.

Dislikes: Sexist people, bullying, Grim misbehaving, Ace and Deuce in constant fights, being dead weight, porcelain dolls, crying.

Friends: Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek. But she gets along with all the boys in various dormitories.