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A Hell Of A Promotion - Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano (Tokyo Revengers)

When you bump into the big boss, his attitude annoys you. Until he offers you a promotion, you can't turn it down. What exactly did you sign up for? Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x Female Reader (SMUT) Bonten timeline.

*SMUT, Fingering, Oral, Blow Jobs, Degrading Names, Office Sex*

Word Count: 4603

It had been a long day and it was only 1 pm. You were walking down the sidewalk not looking where you were going, annoyed that your lunch break had been cut short. When you didn’t notice the dislodged slab until it was too late and you tripped. The coffee in your hand flies out in front of you, and your eyes widen in shock as it spills down the suit of the man directly in front of you.

This wasn’t any ordinary man, no, you recognised the white hair and menacing black eyes anywhere.

‘What. The. Fuck!,’ he growls, his voice deep.

You had just spilt coffee on the dangerous boss of Bonten Manjiro Sano.

‘I’m…so…sorry…’ you stutter, knowing your fate was sealed.

He looks at you with a glare that could cut through steel. His eyes narrow as he takes in your appearance, from your now dishevelled hair to your slightly coffee-stained blouse. He steps closer, invading your personal space as he towers over you.

‘You clumsy little fool. Do you have any idea how much this suit cost? It's worth more than anything you own, I bet. And now its ruined because of your carelessness,’ he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him, ‘what are you going to do about it, hmmm?’

His grip tightens slightly as he waits for your response, clearly expecting more than a simple apology. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, a predatory gleam that sends shivers down your spine, even as your heart pounds in your chest.

‘Err let me get it cleaned for you,’ you offer, voice shaking.

He scoffs, releasing your chin and steps back. His haze rakes over you dismissively, ‘cleaned? Are you kidding me? This suit is beyond repair. The stain is too deep and the fabric is delicate. No amount of ‘cleaning’ will fix it.’

He reaches into his suit pocket and the breath catches in your throat thinking he’d pull out a gun and shoot you, but instead, he pulls out a business card and extends it towards you with a knowing smirk.

‘Here. Take this. It’s the number of my tailor. But don’t expect any favours, you owe me big for this.’

Mikey turns on his heel. Over his shoulder he adds, ‘And maybe next time, watch where you’re going before you ruin someone else's day.’

‘You don’t have to be such a jerk,’ you mutter.

He stops abruptly, whirling around to face you once more. His expression darkens as he stalks towards you, all the colour leaving your face realising you’d fucked up royally. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he speaks in a low menacing growl.

‘A jerk? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. I’ve been called worse things than that,’ his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist tightly as he yanks you flush against his body. You can feel the hard planes of his muscles through his shirt, the heat radiating off him in waves when you expect him to be cold.

‘But let me tell you something. When someone spills their drink on me, they damn well better show some respect. And right now, you’re not nearly showing me enough.’

You can’t help but look away from his intense eyes, not aware of your thighs clenching involuntarily. But Mikey notices your reaction and smirks wider, pleased by your obvious attraction despite your attitude.

‘Looks like someone is enjoying the view,’ he chuckles darkly, the sound sending another shiver down your spine, ‘well go ahead and indulge. I won’t judge…much…’

He leans in again, his warm breath ghosting your ear as he murmurs, ‘In fact, why don’t we take this somewhere more private? My office isn’t too far away, we can discuss repayment options for my suit…and perhaps explore other ways you could make amends.’

He tilts his head to the side waiting for a response. You usually weren’t this daring, but the air crackles with tension, heavy with unspoken possibilities.

You bite your lip, ‘I know where the office is, do you not bother to learn the faces and names of those beneath you? I’m the secretary at the main desk.’

He raises an eyebrow. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face as understanding dawns, ‘The secretary, huh? Well, well, well. How delightfully...convenient.’

He takes a step closer, backing you up against the nearest wall. His hands come to rest on either side of your head, caging you in as he looms over you.

‘I must admit, I hadn't pegged you for the type to play hard to get. But I suppose that's part of your charm,’ his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, ‘Tell me, little secretary...are you going to make me work extra hard to get what I want from you? Or will you give in easily, like the good little toy you seem to be?’

You shuffle nervously on the spot, knowing there is no way out of your current situation other than to comply, ‘I guess I did ruin your suit, and technically you are my boss and I do like my job…’

His eyes light up with a predatory gleam at your words, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs in a low, seductive tone, ‘Is that so? Well then, I think we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement,’ One hand slides down your side, coming to rest on your hip possessively, ‘You'll help me out of this predicament...and I'll ensure your position remains secure. Everyone wins.’

He nips at your earlobe teasingly before pulling back slightly, his gaze boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath, ‘So what do you say, my dear secretary? Ready to seal the deal?’

You nod your head and utter a single word, ‘Yes.’

A triumphant grin splits his face as he hears your agreement. Without wasting another second, he grabs your hand and starts leading you swiftly down the street towards the towering skyscraper housing his company headquarters.

‘Excellent choice. You won't regret it, I promise.’ His voice drips with sensual promise as he guides you inside the lobby and towards the elevator bank. Once the doors slide closed behind you, trapping you alone together in the small space, he pins you against the wall with his body, one hand sliding up to cup your cheek while the other grips your hip firmly.

‘Now then, where were we? Ah yes...discussing terms,’ He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless and wanting more. As the elevator pings its arrival at the top floor, he breaks away with a smirk.

You pout, ‘how have you not noticed me? My desk is the first thing you see when you walk out of the elevator.’

Mikey chuckles low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips as he holds you close, ‘Perhaps I've been too focused on running the empire to pay attention to every little detail...like the woman who's been sitting right under my nose all along.’

He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, his hand trailing down to weave into your hair as he gazes into your eyes with a newfound appreciation, ‘But now that I have, I intend to make the most of it.’

The elevator doors open, revealing the sleek, modern interior of his office. With a final squeeze, Kenny releases you and steps back, gesturing grandly for you to precede him inside, ‘After you, my dear secretary. Let's discuss those...repayment terms in private.’

You notice that his assistant isn’t at her desk and frown, ‘Where’s Mia, she likes good gossip.’

He laughs, a rich, velvety sound that sends a shiver down your spine, ‘Ah, poor Mia. She's been transferred. Thought it would be good for her to spread her wings, so to speak,’ he winks suggestively, though you weren’t sure if she was dead or alive.

‘Besides, I prefer my interactions with you to be...unfiltered,’ he steps closer, his presence dominating the space between you, ‘Now, about that repayment…’

He closes the distance, claiming your mouth in a hungry kiss that leaves you gasping for air. When he finally pulls back, his eyes burn with a fierce, carnal hunger, ‘I believe a demonstration of your dedication would be in order. On my desk. Now.’

He takes your hand, guiding it to the bulge straining against his trousers, ‘Feel that, sweetheart? That's what happens when a man gets excited. And trust me, you're the cause of it,’ he grins wickedly, ‘Now, are you going to continue stalling, or are you ready to prove your worth?’

Without waiting for a response, he spins you around and pushes you onto his desk, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he looms over you, ‘Let's start with a little exploration, shall we?’ His hands roam over your curves, mapping out the contours of your body with a possessive touch.

You gasp against each touch, ‘How exactly is this repayment?’

Mikey leans in, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he speaks in a low, husky tone, ‘This, my dear, is merely the beginning. A taste of what's to come,’ His hands slide lower, deftly unbuttoning your blouse and slipping inside to caress the soft skin beneath,

‘Consider this an investment in your future. By satisfying my desires, you're securing your place here...and maybe even earning a promotion,’ he laughs, nipping at your earlobe, ‘Of course, there may be certain...tasks assigned to you in exchange for your loyalty.’

He pushes your blouse off your shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. His fingers dance across the lace of your bra, toying with the delicate fabric, ‘Now, let's see what other secrets you're hiding under that prim and proper exterior.’

‘What kind of promotion, I’m not complaining sir, I’m just a little confused,’ you say honestly.

He smiles, a cold, calculating expression that belies the heat simmering in his eyes, ‘Oh, but you should be proud. Proud to serve such a powerful man as myself,’ he trails a finger down your cleavage, tracing the curve of your breasts, ‘As for your promotion...let's just say you'll have access to more...exclusive areas of the company. Areas where only a select few are privy to the inner workings,’ his hand slips beneath your bra, palming your breast with a firm grasp, ‘You'll be handling sensitive information, making crucial decisions that could shape the future of our empire,’ he

leans in, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispers, ‘And of course, there will be certain...personal duties required of you. Ones that demand your complete devotion and obedience.’

You gasp loudly and arch your back against his touch, ‘you mean the other executives? I heard a rumour that you’re all psychopaths.’

Mikey laughs, a deep, mocking sound that echoes through the room, ‘Psychopaths, hmm? Well, perhaps that's a bit dramatic. We're simply men who understand the true nature of power and aren't afraid to wield it.’ His hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping below the waistband of your skirt.

‘And yes, you'll be working closely with them. They'll expect the same level of...dedication from you that I do,’ he grinds his hips against yours, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh, ‘But don't worry, I'll be keeping a close eye on you. Ensuring you meet their expectations.’

He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense as he studies your reaction, ‘Now, are you prepared to take on these new responsibilities? To become an integral part of our inner circle?’

Through the warm haze enveloping your body you manage to get out one last bit of attitude, ‘Do I get a pay rise, sir?’

Mikey grunts, amused by your boldness, ‘A pay rise? My, my, aren't you a greedy little thing?’ he Slides his hand further down, cupping your mound possessively, ‘But I suppose if you perform well enough, I might consider sweetening the deal.’

He presses two fingers against your clothed sex, rubbing slow circles that send jolts of pleasure through your core, ‘However, I expect complete discretion. No one can know about our arrangement. Your loyalty belongs solely to me.’

You hum, ‘So will I be servicing the other executives sexually or simply running tasks?’

He smirks, his fingers still teasing your sensitive flesh, ‘Ah, the naivety is endearing. In this world, lines blur easily. Your services will be demanded by all of us, in whatever form we desire,’ he leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, ‘You'll learn to adapt, to satisfy each of our unique tastes.’

He pinches your clit gently, sending a spark of pleasure-pain through you, ‘As for me...well, let's just say I have very specific needs. Needs that require constant attention and gratification,’ he grinds his erection against you harder, the friction sending a wave of heat through your veins, ‘You'll be servicing me frequently. Very frequently indeed.’

You nod feverishly, ‘I look forward to finding out your specific needs sir.’

Mijey hums, pleased by your eagerness, ‘Good girl. I have a feeling you'll fit in nicely here,’ he slips a finger beneath the elastic of your panties, delving into your slick folds, ‘Now, let's explore these needs of mine, shall we?’

He thumbs your clit in time with the thrust of his finger, pumping in and out of your hole, ‘I want you dripping wet for me at all times. Ready to fulfil my desires on a moment's notice,’ he curves his finger to stroke your G-spot, applying just the right pressure to make your toes curl, ‘Can you handle that? Being my plaything, always available to sate my cravings?’

You grip the front of his shirt and throw your head back panting, ‘I can try.’

He groans approvingly, his need spiking at your eager response, ‘That's it. Show me how much you want this,’ his fingers move faster, plunging deeper as he pinches your clit harder, drawing a sharp cry from your lips.

‘I'll teach you to crave my touch as much as I crave yours. To beg for it, plead for release,’ he captures your mouth in a brutal kiss, tongue invading, claiming every inch as his own, ‘You'll be addicted to me, body and soul. And I'll make sure you never forget whose cock is filling you, whose fingers are stroking your pussy.’

He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he stares down at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, ‘Now, let's see how quickly you can learn to please me. Strip for me, Slowly and get on your knees.’

You get off the desk, your legs feeling like jelly, but do as you’re told, removing each item one by one until you’re down to your birthday suit. This whole situation wasn’t normal, but there was no denying how much you were enjoying this. You get down on your knees and chew your lip keeping your head bowed, ‘I’ve never actually sucked anyone off before sir, I’ve only seen it in videos.’

He eyes you hungrily, drinking in the sight of your naked form, ‘Don't worry about doing it 'right' there's no script, no rules here. Just follow your instincts, and surrender to the moment.’

He steps closer, towering over you as you kneel on the plush carpet, ‘Look at me, keep eye contact,’ he reaches down, wrapping a hand around your throat in a gentle yet assertive grip, ‘Breathe for me. In and out, nice and slow.’

He leans in, his breath ghosting over your cheek as he whispers, ‘You're so fucking beautiful like this. A pretty little toy, just begging to be played with,’ he squeezes your throat slightly, watching your pulse flutter, ‘Now, open your mouth. Wide.’

He guides your trembling hands to his belt buckle, helping you undo it with impatient fingers. Steps out of his pants, freeing his massive erection. It throbs in the cool air, already leaking precum, ‘See what you do to me? How hard you make me?’ he wraps a hand around the base, giving himself a few strokes.

‘Now, put that pretty mouth to use. Suck my cock like you mean it,’ he tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you closer until the head of his dick brushes your lips, ‘Take it deep, choke on it if you can.’

You lick the precum before taking him slowly into your mouth, not used to being filled this way.

Mikey groans as your warm mouth envelops him, head falling back in bliss, ‘Fuck, that's it. Just like that,’ his hands tighten in your hair, holding you steady as he starts to rock his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat.

‘Take it all, baby. Relax your jaw, breathe through your nose,’ he pumps faster, relishing the way your throat constricts around him, ‘Goddamn, you were made for this. Made to choke on my cock.’

He looks down at you, eyes dark with lust, ‘You love this, don't you? Love being used, degraded, treated like a set of holes for me to fuck,’ he yanks your head back suddenly, saliva connecting your lips to his dick.

‘Tell me how much you love it, Beg for more,’ he demands.

You look up with tear-filled eyes, ‘I love it…I need more…please use me…I’m nothing without you using me.’

He smirks wickedly, loving the desperation in your voice, ‘Nothing, huh? Just a set of holes for me to ruin?’ He shoves his cock back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat harshly, ‘Then take it, whore. Take every fucking inch.’

He holds your head still, slamming into you relentlessly, grunting with each thrust, ‘Such a good little cocksucker. Milk me dry with that slutty mouth,’ he angles his hips, grinding against your face, smearing precum across your cheeks.

‘Fuck, I'm getting close. Swallow it all, every last drop,’ he ruts into you wildly, chasing his impending orgasm, ‘Here it comes, bitch. Fuck!’ he bursts down your throat with a guttural moan, flooding your mouth with his seed.

You try your best to swallow every last drop and continue sucking slower waiting for him to come down from his high. He exhales shakily, chest heaving, ‘now you clean me up,’ he gently pulls out of your mouth, letting his cock slip from between your lips with a pop, ‘use your tongue and lap up every drop you left.’

He watches intently as you obediently start cleaning him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, ‘That's it, be thorough. Make sure you get every bit of my essence off your face.’

He steps back, allowing you to stand and finish the task.

‘Once you're done, get on the desk. Spread your legs for me and present yourself like a good little slut,’ he walks away and around his desk to take his seat, leaning back in his chair as he waits for you to comply.

You quickly clean yourself and get up with shaky legs, using the desk behind you as some support. Of course, Mikey wasn’t going to help you. You walk around the desk and manage to sit on it directly in front of where he sits, you spread your thighs and use your hands to support yourself. Mikey rolls the chair forward and runs a finger down your inner thigh causing your legs to tremble, ‘beautiful’ he murmurs.

He dips his head, dragging his tongue across your slit teasingly, ‘I’m going to feast on your sweet cunt.’

He laps at your folds, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, ‘Let me hear those pretty moans as I devour your pussy,’ he seals his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he slides two fingers inside you.

‘Ahhh... oh god... yessss... please don't stop…’ you arch your back, pushing your hips against his face as he eats you out intensely. Your hand's fist in the desk as pleasure crashes through you, ‘More...Mikey...please...I'm so close…’

He growls against your slick flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you, ‘Come for me then. Drench me in your juices as I finger-fuck this greedy cunt,’ he pumps faster, curling his digits to hit your G-spot with ruthless precision.

‘Shout louder, let everyone hear what a shameless slut you are for me,’ he scissors his fingers, stretching you deliciously as he continues his assault on your sensitive bud, ‘Come on, give it to me. Scream my name as you fall apart,’ He nips at your clit sharply, sending you hurtling towards oblivion, ‘Now, Cum NOW!’

‘AHHHH!!! MIKEY!!!! OH MY GODDD!!!’ Your entire body convulses as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through you. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers as you squirt all over his hand and face. You collapse onto the desk, gasping for air, your skin flushed and tingling all over, ‘Holy shit... that was... incredible…’

He licks his lips, savouring your sweet nectar as he slowly withdraws his fingers from your fluttering hole. Sits back on his heels, admiring the sight of you sprawled out before him, thoroughly debauched, ‘Look at you, utterly spent and satisfied. All because of me.’

He wipes his face with a handkerchief before tucking it away, ‘But we're far from finished, pet,’ he grabs your ankles, pulling you roughly to the edge of the desk, ‘I'm nowhere near done with you yet,’ he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your soaked folds, ‘Ready for round two?’ he asks with a wicked grin, knowing full well you have no choice but to submit to him again and again.

‘Yes... I'm ready... I'll always be ready for you…’ You pant out, your body already aching for more despite the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. You spread your legs wider in an invitation, completely surrendered to your will, ‘Take me, Mikey. Ruin me’

Mikey smirks triumphantly at your complete submission, revelling in the power he holds over you, ‘Good girl,’ he grips your hips bruisingly tight, positioning himself at your entrance, ‘Brace yourself, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days,’ he slams into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat.

‘FUCK! Still so fucking tight after all that,’ he growls and sets a punishing pace, pounding into you mercilessly, ‘This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be claimed, owned, used for my pleasure alone,’ he reaches down, rubbing your clit roughly as he rails you, ‘Scream for me, let me hear that pretty voice as I split you open on my cock.’

‘AHHHHH!!! YES!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!! HARDER!!! USE ME MORE!!!’ you scream out in ecstasy, your nails raking down his back as he ravages you. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, urging him deeper as your pussy clenches greedily around his pistoning shaft, ‘OH GOD...YOU FEEL SO GOOD...I LOVE YOUR COCK...I'M YOURS...PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!’ You babble incoherently, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, completely consumed by the primal act of being taken so forcefully.

Mikey groans loudly, feeling your walls flutter and spasm around him as he drives into you with reckless abandon, ‘That's right, take it all, you filthy whore,’ he crashes his mouth against yours in a rough, dominating kiss, swallowing your screams as he fucks you senseless.

‘You were made for this, for being used as my cum dump,’ he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at you with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, ‘I can feel you getting closer, can't you? Your cunt is squeezing me so tightly, begging for release.’

He slaps your ass hard, leaving a bright red mark, ‘Well, beggars can't be choosers. When I fill you up with my seed, you'd better milk it for all it's worth. Every last drop belongs inside this greedy little hole.’

‘YES!! FILL ME UP!! I WANT IT ALL!!!’ you wail, your body shaking uncontrollably as another massive orgasm builds within you. The intensity of his words, the sting of his slap, the relentless pounding of his cock - it all pushes you over the edge, ‘OH FUCK... I'M COMING AGAIN!!! MIKEY!!!’ your pussy spasms wildly, gushing around him as you come undone once more under his brutal domination.

Mikey snarls in satisfaction as he feels your climax crash over you, milking his cock for every ounce of pleasure, ‘That's it, squeeze me dry, you insatiable slut,’ he pounds into you furiously, chasing his own release as your velvety walls rip through him.

‘Fuck, here it comes…’ With a guttural roar, he slams deep one final time, erupting inside you in a torrent of hot, thick cum, ‘TAKE IT! EVERY LAST DROP!’ he grinds against you, ensuring his seed coats your insides thoroughly as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.

‘Thank god for birth control. If this is what you're like, what about the other executives?’ You somehow manage to speak, panting and voice hoarse.

Mikey smirks, a dark glint in his eyes, ‘Oh, they're nothing compared to me. They might think they're powerful and in charge, but they don't have the same...drive. The hunger. The thirst for absolute control. They can never match up to what I am capable of. And you, my dear, are going to see that firsthand.’

You shudder slightly, both aroused and unnerved by the intensity of his words. There's something deeply unsettling about the way he talks, like there's a darkness lurking beneath the surface that could consume you entirely if you let it. Yet, the thought only makes you wetter, your core throbbing with need.

‘What do you mean? What exactly are you capable of?’ you ask breathlessly, your heart racing as you await his response, simultaneously dreading and craving whatever twisted desires he may unleash upon you.

Mikey leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, ‘I'm capable of things that would make even the most depraved minds recoil in horror. Dark pleasures, forbidden desires, the kind that can only be satiated by those who dare to embrace their inner demons.’

He trails a finger down your cheek, his touch chilling despite the heat of our bodies entwined, ‘With you, I can indulge in these vices without restraint, safe in the knowledge that you crave them just as much as I do. Together, we'll descend into the depths of depravity, lost in a world where pleasure and pain are indistinguishable.’

He pulls back, his gaze piercing and intense, ‘So, are you prepared to surrender yourself fully to me, to become my willing plaything in the pursuit of these twisted delights?’

‘As long as I still have a job, I think I can adjust,’ you answer, not sure if it was out of honesty, fear or lust.

Mikey chuckles darkly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, ‘Oh, you'll have a job alright. One that suits your...unique talents. And if you ever think of leaving, well, let's just say I have ways of making sure you stay put.’

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that leaves you breathless, ‘Now, let's get cleaned up and ready for round three, shall we? I've got a few toys I want to introduce you to,’ he winks, a sinister promise in his eyes.

[dixonsgirl93]

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About Me

Content Guide:

💕 - Fluff

💚 - Platonic

💋 - Smut

🍒- Contains sexual themes without nudity/smut

🥀 - Angst

🖤 - Contains dark themes/violence etc

~ Dating Daryl Dixon (ace version) 💕

~ Dating Daryl Dixon (allo version) 🍒

~ 12 ways Daryl Dixon would show affection💕

~ Sex with Daryl Dixon Would Include💋

~ Daryl Dixon finding out you’re pregnant and what he’d be like as a dad💕

~ Little Bunny💕

~ Prettiest girl in the whole world💕

~ Bride-To-Be 💕

~ Stitches🥀💕

~ Untitled cat Drabble💕

~ Daisy💕

~ Bloody Hero (Drabble)🖤💕

~ untitled drabble💕💚

~ Shirt💕🍒

~ Birthday Gift💕

~ Biker💕💚

~ Lollipop🍒

~ Towel🍒

~ Smoke🥀💕

~ How to Survive🥀🖤💕

~ Vengeance (part 1)🖤🥀💕

~ Vengeance (part 2)🖤🥀💕

~ Just a Girl💋💕

~ Claimed🖤💕

~ Locked in with Daryl Dixon💋

~ Flashback🥀💚🖤

~ Midnight Cravings💋

~ I Need You🥀💕

~ Sweet Spot 💋

~ The L Word 💕

~ Right Person, Wrong Time 🥀🖤💕

~ Pocket Watch 💕

~ What Daryl Dixon would be like in a relationship💕🍒

~ Soul Ties💕

~ What Daryl Dixon would be like as a husband💕

~ How Daryl Dixon would propose💕

~ How Daryl Dixon is with you after you’ve suffered a loss🖤🥀

~ To Win 🍒

~ Sex with Merle Dixon Would Include��

~ Opposites and Opportunities (x ace fem!reader)💚

~ Pleasure and Pain 💋

~ Corrupt Me (NSFW virgin reader)💋

~ Untitled chat Drabble (fluff)💕

~ Playful Morning 💋💕🍒

~ Blood Thirsty💋🖤

~ So Cocky💋

~ Hiding an injury from Carol💚

~ Close💕

~ Crush💕

~ Sweet Kiss💕

~ Lonely💕

~ Sex with Mad Eye Moody would include💋

~ Mistletoe💕

~ Hands 💕

~ Bad Day🥀💚

~ Vaseline💕

~ Mornings with Simon💕

~ Verge🍒💕💚

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[mr-moonbeanies]

with all my six of crows brain rot and the hunger games trending, it won't get out of my head...

...the crows in the hunger games

so i've written a really freaking long fanfic about it. introducing…sleep till death (ao3)

kaz brekker: leader of the dregs in district 12 and brother to one of the many victims of the hunger games. inej ghafa: a girl doing her best to care for her little brother in district 11 after their parents mysterious disappearance, no matter the cost.

jesper fahey: a secret grisha in district 11, forced to be entered for the games to keep his powers hidden.

nina zenik: a grisha rebel from district 8 who volunteered to save the life of another.

matthias helvar: member of the druskelle in district 2, training to be a peacekeeper, determined to slaughter any grisha who dares to try and win the games.

wylan van eck: the disappointment of a victor family from district 1, reaped by the influence of his father and expected to never return home.

may the odds be ever in their favor.

no mourners, no funerals.

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

Vampire!Cis Male Reader x Vampire Obsessed!Gerard Way and can he like be all pathetically horny and just super down bad for the reader. Maybe some humping + reader biting and feeding from Gerard? thanks.

p.s. this part's totally optional but can u do like dick size difference as well? like Reader cuz he's a vampire has a huge dick but Gerard has a bit of a smaller 1 and maybe do some degrading based off that if u do it?

@pinkfor3stt merry Christmas. You didn't get everything you wanted but yk I do your dishes so I think you're fine

Bound to Happen Eventually (Gerard Way x Male Vampire Reader smut)

The TV is bright in the dark living room, flickering colors across the two of you on the couch. Gerard whines, starting up his fit again. “C'monn.” He's practically wrapped around you. He has your leg between his thighs, hugging you from the side so tight your ribs might crack. You pry his head away from you.

“No, I'm not letting you do that. Weirdo.” Gerard has been begging you to, please, just once, feed off of him. It's dangerous. It's weird. He's your boyfriend, he's a partner, he is not food. You will not put him down to that level. That's terrible, that's disrespectful. It's—

“It's hot,” Gerard grabs your shirt, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. God, he's like a toddler. Similarly, he does not give up when he wants something. Gerard has been bothering you about this for the entirety of the movie the two of you have been watching. Really though, you’ve been trying to watch the film and Gerard has been trying to get in your pants. Your ‘vamp-pants’ as he has begun to call them.

Finally, the credits roll on the screen and you are unsatisfied. “C’mon dude, I have zero clue what happened that whole movie because of your… shenanigans.” You huff, rolling your eyes and turning off the TV, encapsulating the area in darkness, before moving to turn on the lamp next to the couch. The bulb is delayed turning on, but eventually, after a few off and ons, illuminates. When the room is lit again, Gerard lets go of you and shifts up on the couch. Sitting up properly, he puts his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful y’know, looking extra… gray today.” Gerard bats his eyelashes, supposedly to seduce you, but it just makes him look like someone unexpectedly maced him. “Have you eaten recently?” Gerard says with a sly smile—he thinks that was the smoothest thing anyone has ever said. It was, instead, mildly insulting. Before you can do anything more than scoff and roll your eyes, the lightbulb in the lamp flickers for the last time before dying, blacking out the living room.

“God dammit,” you mutter. That was the last lightbulb, and the one in the ceiling light has been out for weeks. You knew you shouldn’t have put off buying another pack until they were on sale. Gerard slides his arm off of your shoulder and onto your thigh, you feel him leaning closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder. You sigh, going limp against the couch. Realistically, the lack of light does not affect you, but you are no less defeated.

Gerard rubs your thigh, turning towards you and grabbing your face with his other hand. He gently rubs your cheek with his thumb, leaning in for a kiss to which you happily oblige. As the kiss ends, Gerard is the first to pull away. He swings his legs up onto the couch, folding them to the side. The hand he has on your face falls to your shoulder. “Y’know, if there’s nothing else to do—” You interrupt Gerard, taking his hand from your shoulder with yours.

“We can always, y’know, go to bed.” You bring his hand, palm up, to your lips, kissing right on the pulse of his wrist. He smells like raw meat and old, sticky soda. Gerard snickers, he might as well be kicking his legs and twirling his hair.

“I was gonna say we could fool around a bit, since it’s only, what, nine?”

“Babe it’s two A.M.,” you quirk a confused eyebrow—not that it matters—even with the curtains drawn, there's barely enough light in the room to make out the outline of the couch. You, though, can see the whole of Gerard's flushed and impatient expression. You let the hand holding his fall to your lap.

“Well, I’m not tired. And I know you aren’t.” You push a scruffy chunk of hair behind his ear, pitying his desparateness. Gerard shifts, swinging his legs over your lap and falling back onto the couch all in one swift movement. He throws a hand against his forehead and sighs dramatically. You laugh, and while you aren’t particularly enjoying his performance, you can’t say you aren’t at least a little amused. He dramatically sighs again as you lift his legs off of yours, but your attempt to stand is interrupted by Gerard whining.

 “Where are you going?” He sits up, leaning against the arm of the couch and tucking his knees to his chest.

“To get a drink, which I assume I’m allowed to do as someone with free will?” You stand, taking a second to stretch after sitting for two hours.

“Why would you need to get up to do that?” Gerard asks, his wide eyes are a bright contrast to the dark of the living room around the two of you. You roll your eyes, a painfully obvious setup, but you let it happen nonetheless. “I mean, I’m right here.” Gerard gestures to himself like he’s some fancy display car, and as bad as his pickup line was you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh my, I think you’re correct, your pure, virgin blood has to be better than even the finest of tap water we have here, right?” Still laughing, you play into the bit more by pouncing on him, grabbing a sturdy mouthful of t-shirt near his shoulder. Gerard laughs, rolling the two of you onto the floor with a thud. Gerard is on top of you, straddling your hips for just a second before you push the both of you back over. You’re on top of him, shaking your head back and forth like a dog playing tug-a-war. Gerard’s laugh fizzles out into heavy breathing—right as you look up to check in with him, he shoves his thumbs into the corners of your mouth, using it as leverage to pry your mouth open. The two of you are so close that even in the dark he can make out most of the details of what he’s seeing, and he just stares.

“Woah..” You wonder what he could find so fascinating about your mouth, but then you feel it. Running your tongue over your teeth, you learn that your fangs must’ve popped during your play fight. You don’t think Gerard has ever seen you like that. Not with your knowledge, anyway. At the beginning of your relationship, he was trying especially hard to watch you drink things. Gerard slowly takes his hands out of your mouth, moving to push himself, and due to your position, you, up. Gerard sits on his knees, and you’re cross-legged not a foot away from him. You can’t close your mouth properly with your fangs out, and you aren’t the best at making them revert. In turn, you're left staring at Gerard with your mouth open awkwardly, forced into bearing your teeth like a middle schooler with headgear.

While you aren’t in your comfort zone, Gerard seems to be thriving. He has his hand on both sides of your head, looking at you up close. He shifts the angle of your head a few times to see if there's any way to catch the light on your teeth better. If he could put you under a microscope, he would. Being this close to you in this state is utterly exhilarating for him. This alone, he thinks, is better than sex.

Wait. You’re his boyfriend. For a second he had forgotten that, along with being a vampire, being in front of him, and having your tubular teeth out, you are his boyfriend. It’s that realization that prompts him to pull your face down to his and kiss you rather aggressively. He takes it upon himself to shove his tongue into your mouth, and you can’t do much more than let him. Most of your attention is going into making sure Gerard doesn’t end up cutting himself on any of your teeth. But even a perfectly paved road can still lead to hell. However, this road wasn’t exactly perfectly paved. This was bound to happen. Gerard, being seemingly deliberate, slices his tongue open on one of your elongated canines. Gerard abruptly pulls away, putting his hand to his mouth to inspect the damage like he didn’t think cutting himself would hurt. For you though, the switch has already flipped like throwing a brick on a hair trigger. 

Twilight may have been wrong about the disco ball skin and the porcelain-sounding kisses, but they were right about self-control being learned. You just hadn’t exactly been in many situations where restraint on this level was necessary, and Gerard has sufficiently gained a huge strobing target. Whatever morals you had about not ‘bringing him down to that level’ were most certainly gone the second you tasted his blood. When you look up at Gerard, he’s wide-eyed with a mouth full of blood. You move faster than you knew your body was able to, grabbing him by both of his cheeks and crashing your mouth into his, not stopping to process anything past the extended taste of blood, his blood, in your mouth.

Gerard was right, you were hungry. You were starved. And now you were the one with your tongue down his throat, grabbing at his hair and squeezing his hips. It's exhilarating, to now be able to say that you've had every part of him, the essence of his being. Your mouth is full—full of teeth, full of his blood, but it's not enough. You need more of him. You need to be able to have every tangible piece of him. The only thing that pulls you out of your trance-like state is Gerard pulling his new patented move; slotting his thumbs into the sides of your mouth like a horse bit and pushing you away. He’s huffing, his blood smeared all over his face. He moves to hold your head in place like a normal person. Gerard leans up and kisses you, brushing a stray hair out of your face as he pulls away. He’s gorgeous—ethereal, even. There’s so much soul behind his eyes, and you’re glad you can experience being with him. He lets go of your face, lowering his hands to help you out of your pants. 

Gerard is in love with you, wholly and completely. You’re gorgeous to him, the most handsome man he’s ever seen. Being undressed by your hands is a privilege he’s honored to be graced with. He's never loved you more, even with shaky hands and dark eyes. Vulnerability is beautiful on you, and he’s glad he’s the one who gets to see it.

With Gerard naked beneath you, you realize that maybe the blood thing should be more regular. Gerard is clearly enjoying himself, his cock is hard and throbbing, dripping precum. From a less heartfelt perspective, he was right, this is hot as hell. You’re sure his tongue is still bleeding, too, since there’s a steady stream of blood dripping down his chin and tailing down his neck. It's making his hair sticky. Both of you will need a shower after this.

You grab the base of Gerard’s dick, languidly dragging your hand up his shaft as you give him another drool-soaked kiss. He’s panting into your mouth already—the little stimulation you’re providing him being amplified by the lengthy delay of the gratification. Gerard snakes his hand into your hair, grabbing a handful at the back of your head. He jerks his hips up, fucking himself further into your hand. You pull away from the kiss to scold him, but before you open your mouth to talk Gerard shoves your face into his neck. Your interrupted complaint turns into a muffled groan. His scent is so heavy, so strong it’s borderline intoxicating.

You lick a wet line up from Gerard’s collarbone to the base of his jaw and after a few gentle kisses, he tugs your hair roughly. “God, was dry-humping me not foreplay enough? Just fuck me already!” Gerard tightens his grip on your hair, throwing his other arm around your waist. It’d be criminal to refuse such a kind request. You smile against his neck, lining yourself up. There’s enough accumulated bodily fluids to make your entrance easy enough, but Gerard still squeals as you bottom out. He’s drooling before you even set the pace. You try to start slow and ease Gerard into it, but when he yanks your head back and starts bossing you around, you can tell that’s not what he wants. You lift him a few inches off the floor, holding him flush against you with your arms against his waist.

Having Gerard pressed up to you gives you the leverage to really fuck into him. He’s gone braindead now, his eyes rolling back into his head and bloody spit dripping down his cheek. If you could think straight you’d be worried for your neighbors—Gerard is almost screaming. His moans are high-pitched and girlish, his body is so warm. Gerard is the most fragrant thing in the room—waiting for him is like waiting for food at a restaurant right next to the kitchen—every second that passes your hunger becomes more insatiable. His hard-on is rubbing against your stomach, making him writhe in pleasure. You’d notice if you could focus on anything but the fresh smell of iron. You’re getting lost in him. You know you have to hold out but you don’t know if you can. You shouldn’t be this worried about cumming too quickly, Gerard barely makes it past five minutes most days, but you’re just so overwhelmed you can't help it. You’ve been gradually getting more intense, speeding up, practically fucking on autopilot.

You have your face buried in the crook of Gerard’s neck, you’re huffing him like an addict. Time is a lost idea to you. You have no idea how long you’ve been inside of him, let alone what time it is. You tune back into reality because of Gerard hitting your back. You’re sticky with cum, a lot of it. You slow to a stop, setting Gerard down on the floor with care. He’s crying and his legs are shaking, for a second you’re worried you hurt him. Gerard is panting, verging on hyperventilating. He reaches a hand up to wipe his face, smearing his blood over more of his flushed skin.

“Jesus Christ babe,” Gerard huffs, sprawling his arms out across the floor. He turns his head to look at you, half-naked in a shirt soaked in his cum. In retrospect, you definitely should’ve taken your shirt off, but he’s not going to mention it. He thinks you look rather nice covered in his mess. Gerard takes his time gathering his composure on the floor. After a few moments, his breathing goes back to normal. He feels great like he just finished a workout, even though he did almost nothing aside from sitting there and looking pretty while you fucked him senseless. He bled, too. That took a lot of work on his part.

After a few more minutes of Gerard lying on the floor and you sitting cross-legged next to him, he sits up. He moves closer to you, making it so your thighs touch as he gingerly pulls your face down to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Gerard reaches a hand up to play with your hair. He sighs happily, leaning against you. “You were on a roll, weren’t you? I didn’t mean to cut you off.” His voice is light and tremulous. Gerard drops his hand from your hair down to your back, rubbing lightly between your shoulder blades. “Maybe as an apology, I can suck you after you’re done sucking me.” When you look at him he’s smiling, acting like the cat that caught the canary. You can’t help but laugh.

“That one was bad, Gerard. Shamefully so.” Gerard just kisses you, putting a hand on your thigh for leverage to push himself up. The blood around his mouth has mostly dried, and his tongue has mostly stopped bleeding. As he separates from the kiss the hand on your thigh slips, landing an ‘accidental’ hand around your still semi-hard cock. 

“Maybe,” Gerard says, idly jerking you off with his head lying on your shoulder. “But you know what’s worse? The fact you aren’t drinking my pure, virgin blood right now.” You breathe in sharply. He’s not teasing you per se, but whatever Gerard is doing is making you playfully vengeful. You hum, grabbing his wrist and gently pulling his hand away from your crotch. Swiftly, you pull Gerard into your lap, one arm under his knees and the other supporting his back. He giggles, throwing his head. He throws a dramatic hand against his forehead and puts on his best damsel in distress voice. “Oh, no! Please don’t hurt me!” Gerard faux begs, and you think he’s adorable. You lean into him, messily kissing up and down his neck. You playfully bite right over where his pulse is strongest, earning yourself a gasp, and upon the realization, you didn’t go all the way, a dirty look.

“I’m not sure if you know how much this kind of thing really hurts my love,” you say, snickering at Gerard's glare.

“Babe, I want this. I know it’ll hurt, and if anyone was going to hurt me like this I want it to be you, okay?” Gerard would let you rip open his throat with his teeth if you wanted to. He’s thought about it a few times, even. In an alternate universe where that wouldn’t kill him, he’d like to try it out, but that’s a thought tangent for another day. Right now he has to focus on persuading you with his big ol’ doe eyes. You respond to his puppy-like begging by kissing in the center of his collarbones. You cradle Gerard’s head in your hand before moving your mouth to the side of his neck. His skin is so warm and he’s so small beneath you, it’s like holding a lamb in your arms. So fragile and full of possibility. And like the lamb, willingly drawn to the altar for slaughter, you draw your teeth back and pierce them into his soft pale flesh.

Gerard makes the sound commonly associated with vampire bites; a sharp cry followed by a strangled moan. He claws his nails into your back and grabs a fist full of your hair with the other hand. He handles it well, though. His initial scream is short-lived, reduced to audible heaving after a few seconds. The feeling of your teeth in his neck is incomparable to anything he’s ever felt before—a sharp fiery pain in his neck that’s so foreign to him, so dirty and abstract, it almost feels good. He feels so close to you. He feels like he’s completely and entirely yours. 

Right now you feel like you finally understand the homoeroticism of drinking another man’s blood. It’s messier than a kiss, more intimate than sex, more romantic than a hickey. It’s the epitome of intimacy, and you’re doing it with him. You are drinking Gerard Way’s blood. Gerard's blood feels boiling in your mouth, thick, and smooth. It’s a dark metallic syrup dripping down your throat and pinking your monochrome skin.

Gerard’s neck goes slack and his eyes roll back, and as you separate from his neck, licking up the final few beads of blood that bubble out of the two red punctures standing out against his grayed white skin, you see that Gerard must’ve found equivalence to you sucking his blood to you sucking something else. Now with the mess of several orgasms on the two of you, Gerard lies partially limp in your arms. His chest rises and falls rhythmically at a slow and predictable pace. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted so perfectly, and god must’ve read your mind because the clouds part, letting moonlight shine through the window and highlight his features perfectly. He’s like a doll in your arms, perfect and untouched by the world around you. There’s nothing beyond this moment, and if you could, you’d bottle it and hold it forever.

You stand up, heaving Gerard up, pressing his side flush to your chest. He smiles softly, leaning his head into your upper arm. As you carry him to the bedroom, carefully maneuvering the dark hallway and pushing the door open with your shoulder. Kicking aside stray clothes on the floor, making yourself a path to the bed, you lay Gerard down on the mattress. He’s quick to stretch out and make himself comfortable. You take your already gross shirt off, throwing it to Gerard to wipe himself off with. You walk around to your side of the bed, rolling in under the blankets. You scoot up next to Gerard right as he makes an unimpressive shot for the hamper near the door. Your shirt hits the wall about a foot away, falling to the floor unceremoniously. You let out a kind sigh, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around Gerard’s waist and pull him against you. 

“So are you going to make do with your promise?” You say with a smirk audible in your voice. You rest your chin on top of Gerard’s head, and peaking through the sheer curtains in the bedroom you see the orange sliver of a sunrise.

“Tomorrow babe,” Gerard whispers, already half asleep.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

The Gental Giant Part II Preview

Suddenly you heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere, jolting you out of your deep sleep. The sudden noise nearly made you jump out of bed, making your heart race in the process.

Quickly, you looked over at your alarm clock. 2:28 AM. You let out a very deep sigh, as you threw off the blankets and got out of bed. The banging grew louder and louder as you came out of your bedroom. It was coming from your apartment door.

Who the fuck would be banging on your door at this hour? At this point, you felt very cautious at who was at your door. Slowly, you tipped toed over to the door to look through the peephole.

Nobody there. This is very strange, even to you. Without thinking, you raised your hand up and began to unlock the deadbolts. You left the chain in place, for safety purposes whenever you’ve opened the door.

Slowly, you began opening the door a little bit. Light from the hallway came in through the crack of the doorway as you opened it. Before you could look through to see who it was, something heavy and fast crashed into it with you still behind.

You flew backwards and crashed into the end table next to the couch. A searing white, hot pain surged through your whole body as you felt broken shards of glass against your back. A tall dark shape stood over you, breathing heavily.

“Finally found you bitch,” the voice said. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t place it. As you tried to stand up on your two feet, something small and sharp jabbed straight into your upper arm near the shoulder. You gave out a small cry.

Lifting your other hand up, you touched the mysterious object and sent a shock through your whole body. It was a small syringe. You took it out quickly and tossed it across the room. All of a sudden, your whole body began to go numb.

Then you fell back to the floor and landed on your side. Whatever was injected into you, it worked very fast to knock you out like a light. The shadow figure walked over to you, grabbed your ankles, and started to drag you across the floor.

You felt the broken shards of glass dig deeper into your skin as you were dragged across the hardwood floor. Like tiny needles being pushed deeper and deeper into you. Every inch was getting weaker and weaker.

Without warning, you were thrown from the floor and onto something smooth and soft. You quickly found it was your bed. You were dragged into your bedroom, but for what reason? Your vision began to blur, losing focus on the figure.

“Finally,” the figure spoke, “after two fucking whole weeks, I’ve found you at last. It took awhile, but it was fucking worth it.” The voice said with so much glee. It sounded proud of itself. You started drifting away a bit, but you stayed awake. Both eyes fluttering open and closed. 

Suddenly, you felt something sit down at the edge of your bed pulling you down almost. “I don’t know if you still remember me. It feels like forever, but it’s only been two weeks.” the voice said. You felt cold and rough fingers run up and down your neck gently. Then you felt a gloved hand grab ahold of your neck and began choking you.

The figure laughed in a sinister, playful way as you felt your airway being crushed. It felt very familiar. Then your memory started to rush back from that night. The night that it happened. It was the one that caught you before you could get away safely.

Charlie. The younger brother. The one that was about to get even with you after you pepper sprayed his older brother Terry in the eyes to let you go. He was going to do something worse to you, until showed up and stopped them both in time.

This time is different. This time, Bane won’t come and rescue you for the second time. You felt your heart stop a couple of times when that thought kept on racing through your mind. Then you felt a rush of air return to your breathless throat. Feeling his hand leave your poor neck alone.

You began coughing and hacking as the air rushed back into your lungs. Numbness took over your body, as you couldn’t move a muscle. Whatever he stuck you with, really worked fast. It felt like you were floating on thin air. Floating freely in a way.

 “Do you remember Terry,” he continued on, “my older brother?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice. Since you couldn’t move much of your body, you slightly nodded your head yes. “Good. He’s dead, because of you.” He was getting more angry now.

Dead? How and when did this happen? All thoughts went straight to Bane. Bane nearly snapped the guy’s neck in two like a toothpick, the way he was holding him. But, is that possible to happen?

“If you thinking it was your lord and savior Bane that killed my brother. No, it wasn’t him. Do you know what really happened to him,” his voice was getting more and more serious now. Still not being able to move, you shook your head no back and forth slowly.

“After we got back to the group, our Commander was fucking pissed off for coming back all beat up and empty handed. When the both of us told him about Bane, he got so fucking scared. Anybody that crosses paths with him is a fucking goner. Both my brother and I tried to explain, but he wouldn’t hear us out. We were kicked out. Nobody stuck up for us either. Soon after, we were left to fend for ourselves in the desolate streets of this fucking city. We had no shelter, no food, and no place to sleep. He died days later, because of his injuries. Because of you, I watched my own flesh and blood painfully die in the streets and not in our shelter.”

All of a sudden, you were struck across the face with a big blow and you gave out a sharp cry. “I WATCHED MY OWN BROTHER DIE AND IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU BITCH,” he yelled staright in your face, as you could smell alcohol from his foul breath. Tears began to stream down your face now. A sharp pain began to form on your face where you were struck.

“Now,” he went back to a normal tone, “now, this is where I get even with you.” You felt him on top of you now, crawling over your limp body. “Forget eye for an eye. I’m going to do something much worse to you and you won’t escape me this time.”

He bent himself down and whispered something into your ear. The words cut deep as shock went through your whole body. You began sobbing softly and uncontrollably, as you clutched onto the bed sheets.

“I’ve made it much easier for myself by sedating you, so that you don’t fight me and run off  like last time,” he said as he lifted himself off of your body. You felt him grab ahold of your sweatpants and began pulling them down your legs slowly.

A cold shiver went down your spin as you felt his hands run up and down your bare legs. He was going to violate you and your body. You continued to sob, with tears blurring your vision now.

He got off the bed once again and stood at the foot of it. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be my property and nobody else’s.” He said as he started to unbuckle his pants.

When he was distracted with what he was doing, there was the sound of heavy footsteps. The same sound you heard that night and it was followed by heavy, raspy breathing. Your heart began to race as that sound became all too familiar with. 

Your vision was blurring out from the tears, as a hulking, dark figure stood at the door frame of your bedroom. You couldn’t make a sound, as your mouth gaped open like a fish. Slowly, he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and behind the man that was going to violate you.

As he was about to pull his pants down, the dark figure grabbed him from behind and wrapped his large arms and hands around the man’s neck and face. He began to struggle as he tried to pry himself free from the figure’s harsh grasp.

“What have I told you little mouse,” he said through his mask, wrapping his large hands around his face, “about meeting again like this.” The sound of bone crunching broke through the silence and then there was a loud snap, as his head was twisted backwards. Soon after, the body dropped to the floor like a child’s rag doll.

“Now, see what you made me do. I did something unpleasant,” his voice began to fade away as the sedative took over the rest of your body, knocking you out finally. Darkness now covered your eyes.

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Finally. Here's the preview of part II for The Gentle Giant. I was originally going to do it over the holidays, but visiting family and work kept me busy for a while.

So, part II is going to take much longer to write out since I still need to play catch up with other requests.

However, my inbox is back open for a limited time for Valentine's Day prompt requests which I will link below. If you want to make a request for something else, please do so. January 28th is going to be the last day for requests until I reopen my inbox for the next character list.

Valentin's Day Characters and Prompts

[endlessthxxghts]

I’m absolutely sobbing right now!!😭😭 There are not enough words in any language to describe how grateful I am, to describe how much love I’m feeling right now for all of you. With my entire heart— my entire being: thank you. I never would’ve thought I’d be here today with the most amazing lil community of people I could’ve asked for. I love you all so much.

So in honor of such a beautiful milestone for us all, I’ve compiled a few things we could do!🥰

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Either about me, about my fics, a would you rather, general or philosophical LMAO — literally anything! If it ends in a question mark, send it. This one is a free for all!! So, come at me with ‘em!! I’m ready.

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Contrary to the ask a question, this one will be a free for all for me! I’ll give you whatever fact about myself that comes to mind in that specific moment of answering these!

☕️ - request a coffee

One of my biggest hyperfixations is coffee! Ever since I could remember. (Fun fact, I started drinking coffee in elementary school lol. This is what happens when your parents are born in the 60’s and 70’s LMAO. Anyway.)

So, for this one, give me a little description about yourself, what type of flavors you enjoy — tell me anything and everything, the more detail the better — and I’ll give you a drink that you remind me of / that I would recommend you! (Also tell me if you’re allergic to anything, I would not like to be responsible for you wanting to try anything you can’t have LOL)

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[ectoplasmic-entity]

Hi! I really love your stories and was wondering if you could write one about Dan and his female halfa s/o meeting their past selves like in The Ultimate Enemy.

This is going to be a bit of a short one, I hope you don't mind (Ｔ▽Ｔ) I'm a little tired hah

Thank you also, for enjoying my stories 😘

"Well."

You automatically cast your gaze over to him. As you would in any situation, but especially this one in particular.

"Well."

Across the tattered street, your eyes meet hers. Wide and youthful, just like you once upon a time. You scoff quietly at her fashion choices, how you ran around dressed impractically for so many years.

To be frank, it wasn't the end of the world then. Your breath hitches with memories surging to the forefront.

You hear Dan make a similar sound. Your attention goes back to him, just as he turns his head to meet your gaze. A wry smile splits across his face when he reaches out for you. Firm fingers entangle with yours as Dan pulls you close.

It's so quiet you can hear their soft breaths. Panicked but controlled, wispy breaths blow out of her mouth, much like how you control your own breathing. Too much alike. Naturally, since she is a younger version of you, after all. You close your eyes and keep your back to them.

You ignore the second's intense, green eyes staring into your back. It's not the same. He and Dan are not the same.

Dan's hands tighten their grip on your shoulders. You lean into him, his core pulses out in comfort.

"I suppose I could welcome a blast from the past..." Dan starts in a steady, firm tone.

The air suddenly shifts around the four of you as eco-energy crackles to life. You feel Dan's body shift with one arm moving, you spot a flash of green from the corner of your eye. You don't need to see that he trapped your younger self and Danny in a paralyzing energy field. The oldest but best trick in Dan's book.

"I find it curious since you two are not supposed to be here."

[hymn-of-muse]

Baked with love

to Cole Brookstone x reader! requested by anon!

"is that..chocolate i smell?" a brunette clad in blue poked his head curiously into the kitchen, sniffing the air as if following his nose in a cartoon.

"yes, you do, but its not for you Jay." you informed, slapping his hand away from the bowl of batter when he tried to reach for it. "I'm making a cake-"

"cake? awesome! whats the special occasion? oh no did i forget someone's birthday??" the lighting ninja cut you off with his rambling, quickly jumping to conclusions faster than you could keep up with.

"-for Cole." you finished with a slight pout, crossing your arms over your apron. now that you said it out loud you felt a little embarrassed about it.

"wait, youre making a cake for cole? i though his birthday wasnt for like, another whole two months-ohhh" the look of embarrassment on your face finally made things click in jay's head. "aawe, youre making cole a cake." he cooed and teaed, lightly and playfully nudging your arm.

"shut up, Jay." you sighed, rolling you eyes at him before turning back to the bowl of chocolate cake batter to finish mixing it. "i want to surprise him so dont go telling him, alright? now if youre going to be in the kitchen im gonna make you help out, otherwise buzz off sparky."

"haha" jay gave a sarcastic laugh at the nickname. "you'd have way better luck at baking with zane than me, and with the mess youre making you probably need him." jay pointed out, gesturing to the mess of flour, egg shells and other ingredients on the counter space.

looking at the mess you groaned. "yeahh, youre right i probably do...you'll find him for me right?" you turned to face jay, puppy dog eyes and batted lashes at the ready.

"ah! not that face!! okay i'll go get him!" jay laughed, never one to say no to a cute face like the pleading puppy dog eyes. "Better clean up before sensei Wu gets back though." he said as he left the kitchen.

You went right back to baking after Jay left, starting to clean up a little bit of the mess and finish up the batter. you still needed to get the icing ready and on top of that you werent even sure in the first place if cole would even like the cake you made let alone if it would turn out okay. you really worried about that and hoped everything would turn out okay in the end, but you couldnt help letting that worry get to you, making you accidentally fumble a bit with the ingredients in your hands and worsening the mess the kitchen already was in.

"careful-" a familiar slight-monotonous voice rang out as a hand caught an egg that just about rolled off the counter and onto the floor, preventing it from platting all over the wood. "-got it."

in your haste to clean up the mess and finish the cake you hadn't notice Zane enter the kitchen. "I see Jay was not joking when he said you needed my assistance." Zane teased, letting out a light hearted chuckle as he placed the egg back into the opened carton with the rest and closed it.

"yeah, im..a mess myself today." you sighed, gesturing to the mess both on yourself and the area around the counterspace you used. "i dont think the cake's going to turn out so good zane"

"i'm sure you've done fine so far (name)." zane assured you. "why dont you finish following the recipe, i'll guide you while cleaning up some of the mess." he offered. "that way, it will still be you making the cake."

"that sounds good to me, you didnt have to take on the task of cleaning though, i could handle that part no problem." you said, feeling a bit guilty about your friend cleaning up your mess.

"nonsense, it is no trouble at all." zane smiled, already getting started on cleaning by grabbing the broom to sweep up the flour on the floor. "we'll be done and have the cake in the oven in no time." he nodded

and like he said, with his assistance on measurements and following the recipe, you felt just a bit less worried and time practically flew by. before you knew it the timer went off just as you two had finished up cleaning the kitchen and the cake was ready to take out of the oven.

"do you think he'll like it...? i mean, cole likes cake, yeah, but im worried he wont like this one..." you confided in your friend about your concerns as you placed the hot cake on the stove to cool before it could be iced.

"what makes you think he will not like it?" zane questioned, wanting to understand your worries better in order to help you however he can. "you followed the recipe quite well, and the cake looks to have turned out just right, do you lack confidence in your ability to decorate the cake with icing?"

"maybe? i dont know zane..." you sighed. "im just worried he wont like it, thats all." you werent sure why, rationally your concern didnt make much sense but you still worried either way. no matter what the reason was there was still a chance and to you that chance was scary.

"I am certain cole will love the cake, you made it after all." zane stated, patting you on the shoulder in attempt to comfort you with a small smile on his face.

before you could even ask the nindroid what he meant by that statement, he had already headed out the kitchen and left you to ice the cake on your own.

You hoped the two, Zane and Jay, wouldnt go spoiling your surprise and telling cole you were making him a cake. You wanted it to be a nice surprise, hopefully one he'd like. Even with Zane's assurance, you couldnt help feeling worried cole wouldnt like the cake in the end.

Soon you had the cake iced and decorated with chocolate and vanilla frosting. It was ready to be served! You just needed to figure out how to surprise Cole with it.

Getting Cole into the room would be the easy part, last you'd seen him he was playing a video game with Kai and Lloyd in the living room, but surprising him with the cake without him already suspecting the surprise is the difficult part.

Poking your head into the living room, you smiled seeing they were still there, and Lloyd was kicking both their butts in the game. "Awe man!" Kai and Cole groaned as Lloyd got the Victory screen.

"Hey Cole?" you called out from the doorway, leaning your shoulder on the door frame.

Cole glanced over at you from the game. "Hey (name), whats up?" he waved a bit, offering you a friendly smile.

"I just wanted to show you something, could you come with me?" you asked, gesturing out into the hallway of the ninja residence with a nod of your head.

"ooooh, (name) wants alone time with cole~" kai joked, nudging cole teasingly earning him a shove from cole and a laugh from Lloyd.

"knock it off kai." cole got up and followed you out. "so what is it you wanna show me?" he asked before you took his hands and placed them over his eyes.

"just follow me, then you'll see." you said, placing a hand under his arm to help lead him through the hallway back to the kitchen.

"do i get to guess what it is?" he chuckled, fully trusting your leadership as he walked blindly with you down the hall.

"nope, no guessing, its a surprise, you cant know till we get there." you insisted, hoping your nervousness didnt show in your voice when you spoke.

once you reached the kitchen you got him to stop so you could stand in front of the cake. thankfully, you got him to not suspect the surprise by keeping him from seeing he was headed to the kitchen. "okay, you can open your eyes now." you said, a nervous smile on your face as he removed his hands.

you stepped aside to reveal the cake. "tada!" you giggled a bit, arms extended out to gesture to the cake. "i...made you a-"

"Cake!!" cole nearly shouted, a huge smile on his face. "a chocolate cake!! you made it? for me?" he asked excitedly, grinning. it made you relieved and happy to see how happy it made him.

"yup" you nodded, smiling back, though you were still nervous about how he'd like it once he ate it.

"thats so awesome of you! can i have a piece now?" he asked, already going for a plate and cutlery. he wasnt going to take a no, he was set on trying the cake right now, not that you'd tell him no anyways.

Cole cut a slice of the cake, sliding it onto the plate he got out then picking up his fork, poking the slice and taking a bite. there was a minute of silence before he took another bite.

"so...what do you think? is it good?" you wondered, hoping his silence what a good sign rather than a bad one.

Cole turned to you, eyes wide and happy. "its so good, please always make cake." he managed to say between bites of cake. he was really enjoying it.

you let out a sigh of relief, so glad he liked your cake after all. "im glad you like it."

"like it?? nuh uh, i love it!!" he insisted. "Its gotta be the best cake ever, i swear." his enthusiasm got a soft giggle out of you. he was so cute, you couldnt help adoring him. "thank you (name)"

"youre welcome, cole."

[hrtfeltcupd]

*ᴺᴼᵀ ᴹʸ ᴾᴴᴼᵀ ᶠᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᴼᴺ ᴾᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴱˢᵀ*

she could not be-fucking-lieve she was being hypnotized by you, of all people in this fucking club. ellie, the same woman who swore she hated you with every fiber in her rage-filled body, now not sure what to do with you. the way you were sensually bumping and grinding against the girl almost snatched her soul. your warm hands reached for hers, guiding them to your hips, eyes now meeting and making everything in the background disappear so suddenly. ellie was… getting off…? oh my god, she was getting off to it too, breath hitching when you wrapped your arms around her neck, giving such an evil yet innocent, loving look.

“are you okay?” your voice oddly soft and easy to hear over the once blaring reggaeton music. ellie had’nt noticed how pathetic she looked to you once your hands met hers, now fixing to seem irritated with you. only to imagine how much more miserable she looked.

“yes,” was all she could currently muster up, a tighter grip on your hips, “why’re you—, what are—, fuck,” she settled, her bottom lip starting to hide between her pearly whites, eyes taking you in so greedily. you pulled her down a bit, inconspicuously pouting to her.

“what?” you little freak. you sounded so helpess. so bothered. so tempting, inviting, and sweet. ellie’s nails nearly dug into you, drawing a soft wince from your being.

“you’re a god damn—.”

“¿bellaca?” ellie had not a clue what the word had meant yet nodded so quickly with a questioning look. “it means a baddie. or it could mean to be sexually aroused. so if thats the case,” your lips brushed against her ear, ellie nearly moaning in yours, “it takes one to know one,” you abruptly pushed her away, walking away from the dance floor and to your friends who had been staring you down in shock and/or admiration.

ellie stood with a yearning look in her face, watching as your pretty figure disappeared into the crowd, leaving her to hate you even more for only sticking with her for half of the song that was now pounding on her eardrums again.

what a fucking moment, no?

[chaos-reader]

I have a lot of ideas in my little brain so PLEASE tell me if any of them land.

Choso x Reader heavily based on Beastars. Curses would be the carnivores and humans the herbivores

Sukuna x Reader based on Beauty and the Beast with Gojo as Gaston and Suguru as Lefou. The roles can easily be swapped with Gojo as the Beast, and Sukuna as Gaston with Uraume. Hell, I could make Gojo Belle and Suguru the beast, making it a Satosugu story. This is a very flexible idea

Suguru x Reader AU with Deathnote. This can also be a Satosugu story. Suguru would be Light, and L would either be Reader or Suguru

(If some of these ideas get popular, I'll run a poll for the ones with multiple ideas and see which one wins overall.)

[ageingfangirl2]

Best Friends Know Best - Baji & Chifuyu (Tokyo Revengers)

After a night of partying three friends decide to take their friendship to the next level after all best friends know best. Baji & Chifuyu x Female Reader (SMUT)

*SMUT, fingering, degrading names, threesome*

WORD COUNT: 3684

You had decided to host a small party to celebrate graduating from high school. You were happy that everyone from Toman could attend, especially your best friends and partners in crime, Baji and Chifuyu. As the night turned into morning, everyone had left and the three of you were alone in your living room.

You stumble slightly and Chifuyu catches you, touching your warm cheek, and shakes his head, ‘you’re quite drunk,’ he remarks on your drunken state.

Before you can reply you feel Chifuyu pushed aside and Baji takes his place before you, ‘Let me carry you to your room.’

However Chifuyu stopped him, their intense stare off revealing unspoken emotions, as if they were competing for something precious.

You giggle at the sight and lean against Jake for support, ‘I’m not that bad,’ you slur, before glazing over at Chifuyu, ‘you always know how to make me feel better…Chifuyu…’

You then turn your attention back to Baji, eyes sparkling with mischief despite your inebriation, ‘...and Baji…so strong and protective…I love it when you take care of me like this,’ you smile and nuzzle your face into his chest, swaying a bit, ‘You guys are the best…I don’t know what I’d do with you..’ 

With your head nuzzled in Baji’s chest, you couldn’t see his face flush a deep shade of red as he held you close, savouring the warmth of your body pressed against his. His hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine through your dress, ‘we’ll always be here for you. No matter what,’ he whispers, his voice husky. The sincerity in his words was palpable, and you could tell he meant every last syllable.

Meanwhile, Chifuyu’s piercing eyes never left yours, drinking in the sight of you in a daze of intoxication. He reaches out and tenderly brushes some hair off your face, ‘Just relax. We’ve got you,’ he murmurs, his touch feather-light yet possessive.

You lean into Baji’s embrace, feeling safe and cherished by his strong arms. You move to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent, ‘Mmm, Baji... you smell so good, you whisper, your breath hot against his skin. Your fingers play with the hem of his shirt, teasingly tugging it loose.

At Chifuyu’s gentle touch on your face, you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, your lips parting slightly. You reach up to cup his face, stroking his cheek with a soft palm, ‘Chifuyu... you always know how to make me feel special,’ you coo, your voice dripping with affection. Your thumb brushes over his lower lip, making him shiver.

As you caressed Chifuyu’s face, he closed his eyes, savouring the intimate contact. A low growl rumbled in his throat, barely audible over the music still playing in the background, ‘You're the only one who can make me feel this way,’ he breathed, his voice thick with longing. His hands found your hips, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his body, the heat emanating from his skin.

Baji, however, seemed to sense the charged atmosphere building between you and Chifuyu. He tightened his grip around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively, ‘Hey, let's get you to bed before things get out of hand,’ he suggested gruffly, though there was no mistaking the undercurrent of desire in his tone.

You giggle again, the sound breathy and sultry, as you feel the tension between your two best friends. You sway slightly, your movements languid and sensual.

‘Oh, come on Baji... we're all adults here,’ you tease, your voice a playful purr. You look up at Chifuyu with hooded eyes, your lips curling into a seductive smile, ‘Besides, Chifuyu seems to want some alone time with me…’

You turn yourself around to face Chifuyu leaving Baji’s embrace, your breasts grazing his chest as you wind your arms around his neck. Your hips roll against his, deliberately seeking friction, ‘What do you say, Chifuyu? Want to show me to my room?’ Your words are slurred, but the intent behind them is crystal clear.

Chifuyu’s eyes darkened with lust as he felt your supple curves molding against him. His hands slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globes as he ground his hardening erection against you, ‘Fuck yes, I do’ he growled, his voice rough with need. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you thoroughly.

Baji, however, wasn't about to give up so easily. He roughly pulled you away from Chifuyu, spinning you around to face him again. His eyes blazed with jealousy and desire as he crushed his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, ‘No fucking way am I letting him have you all to himself,’ he snarled against your lips, his hands roaming your body with desperate hunger.

You moan into the heated kiss with Baji, your body melting against his. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging sharply as she grinds her hips against his straining bulge, ‘Mmm, Baji... I need you,’ you pant, breaking the kiss to trail your lips along his jawline. Your teeth nip at his earlobe, tugging on the sensitive flesh.

You turn your head, catching Chifuyu’s gaze over your shoulder. Your eyes smoulder with desire, inviting him to join in. You beckon him closer with a crooked finger, your lips curving into a wicked grin, ‘You too... I want you both,’ you purr, your voice dripping with sinful promise. Your hands slide down Baji’s chest, your nails raking over his nipples through his shirt.

Chifuyu’s pupils dilated at your provocative invitation, his breathing heavy with anticipation. He stalked towards you, his movements predatory and deliberate. Once close enough, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his muscular frame.

‘Then take us both,’ he rasped, his lips hovering inches from yours. His free hand slid beneath your dress, fingertips dancing along the lace edge of your panties.

Baji, not to be outdone, palmed your breasts, his calloused touch sending jolts of pleasure through you. He leaned in, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he whispered, ‘I'll fuck you so hard, you won't remember anyone else's name but mine.’

You arch into Baji’s touch, a gasp escaping your lips as he pinches your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. You roll your hips, grinding against Chifuyu’s exploring hand, craving more of his tantalising caresses.

‘Yes, I want to forget everything except the feel of you inside me,’ you whimper, your voice ragged with need. You capture Chifuyu’s mouth in a fierce kiss, your tongue tangling with his.

Breaking away, you turn your attention to Baji, your lips seeking his in a passionate collision. As they kiss deeply, you guide Chifuyu’s hand to the zipper of your dress, helping him with shaking fingers.

‘I need you both... now,’ you demand.

Chifuyu’s fingers deftly unzipped your dress, the garment slipping off your shoulders to pool at your feet. Your breasts, already hardened with arousal, were revealed in all their glory. He palmed the warm mounds, thumbs circling your pebbled nipples, ‘So beautiful,’ he murmured, leaning down to capture a rosy bud between his lips. He suckled gently, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Baji, meanwhile hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanked them down, exposing your slick folds to the cool air of the room, ‘Christ, you're soaked,’ he groaned, his fingers dipping into your wetness.

You cry out as Chifuyu’s skilled mouth works magic on your sensitive nipples, while Baji’s probing fingers explore your dripping sex. You writhe between them, lost in a haze of pleasure, ‘Oh God, yes... don't stop,’ you plead, your hips bucking against Baji’s hand. You reach down to guide Chifuyu’s head, urging him to take more of your breast into his mouth.

With a wicked grin, you push Baji back just enough to shimmy out of your dress and panties. Then, with a seductive sway of your hips, you step out of the garments, leaving yourself clad in nothing but her heels and a daze of desire.

‘Now, gentlemen... I believe it's time for the main event,’ you purr, leading them toward the bedroom with a hypnotic sway of your bare ass.

Chifuyu released your breast with a pop, his eyes dark with primal hunger as he watched you sashay towards the bedroom. He followed close behind, his cock straining against his jeans, aching to bury itself deep within your welcoming heat.

‘We're going to worship every inch of you,’ he vowed, his voice low and husky with promise.

Baji brought up the rear, his gaze fixed on your delectable rear end as it disappeared into the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his clothes, revealing his chiselled physique and the impressive bulge at the base of his throbbing erection.

‘Get on the bed, baby,’ he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Once you were lying back against the pillows, he climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself between your spread thighs.

You recline on the bed, your legs falling open in eager welcome as Baji settles between them. You reach for Chifuyu, drawing him down beside you until your bodies press together in a sensual tangle of limbs and heated skin.

‘Make me yours,’ you whisper, your eyes locked on Baji’s as he notches the broad head of his cock at your entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into your welcoming warmth, stretching her deliciously around his girth.

As Baji begins to move, setting a steady rhythm that has you moaning in bliss, Chifuyu claims your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue dances with yours, mirroring the strokes of Baji’s hips as he drives deeper into her quivering depths.

Baji’s thrusts grew more forceful, his hips snapping against yours as he drove into you again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and cries of pleasure.

‘Fuck, you feel incredible,’ he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot inside you, determined to make you come undone.

Meanwhile, Chifuyu’s hands roamed your body, mapping every curve and valley with reverent touches. He cupped your breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers as he continued to ravage your mouth with his own.

‘So responsive, so perfect,’ he breathed against your lips, his own arousal evident as his cock twitched against your thigh.

Your back arches off the bed as Baji’s relentless pounding strikes that magical spot deep within you. Your inner walls clench around him, milking his thick length as waves of pleasure crash over you.

‘Yes, right there!’ you scream, your nails digging into Baji’s back as you ride the crest of your climax. Your body trembles, on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.

Just as you teeter on the brink, Chifuyu’s fingers find your clit, rubbing firm circles that send you hurtling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you like a tsunami, your vision blurring as you convulse around Baji’s still-thrusting cock.

‘Oh god, oh god, I'm coming!’ you wail, your voice raw with ecstasy.

With a hoarse shout, Baji buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilt his seed deep within your spasming channel, ‘Fuck yes, milk my cock,’ he grunted, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense release.

Chifuyu, ever the attentive lover, didn't let up on his ministrations, continuing to stroke you through your earth-shattering climax. When you finally collapsed back against the bed, boneless and spent, he gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest,

‘That's it, baby. Let go. We've got you.’

You melt into Chifuyu’s embrace, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you try to catch your breath.

‘That was... incredible,’ she murmurs, her voice ragged, ‘I don't think I can move.’

Baji chuckles, carefully pulling out of you and flopping onto the bed beside them. He drapes an arm across your stomach, pulling you closer to his sweat-slicked body.

‘You don't have to, sweetheart. We're nowhere near done with you yet,’ he promises, his tone playful but with an underlying hint of possessiveness.

Chifuyu nods in agreement, his hand sliding down to cup your ass. Mmmm, round two?

Baji rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at your flushed face. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss before trailing his mouth along your jawline and down the column of your throat.

‘I could spend hours exploring this gorgeous body of yours,’ he murmured, nipping at your collarbone, ‘Every dip, every curve... I want to know it all by heart.’

Behind you, Chifuyu pressed himself flush against your backside, letting you feel the renewed hardness of his cock nestled between your butt cheeks. He slid a hand up to cover your breast, teasing the nipple into a stiff peak, ‘We're going to take our time with you,’ he promised, his voice a low rumble in her ear, ‘Worship every inch of you until you're begging us for release.’

A soft gasp escapes your lips as Chifuyu’s hand cups your breast, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You arch into his touch, craving more of his skilled caresses.

‘Mmm, I like the sound of that,’ you purr, tilting your head to give Baji better access to your throat. You can feel his hot breath fanning over your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

‘But I'm not sure how long I can last,’ you admit, your voice tinged with need. You guys are driving me wild…’

Your hips roll back against Chifuyu, seeking friction against his rigid length. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as you feel him throb against you, ‘Please, I need…’

Baji smirked at your plea, relishing the effect he and Chifuyu had on you. He licked a stripe up your neck before sucking your earlobe between his teeth,  ‘What do you need, sweetheart? Tell us,’ he coaxed, his hand drifting lower to brush over her mound. He could feel the slick evidence of her arousal coating her thighs.

Behind you, Chifuyu mirrored Baji’s actions, trailing kisses along your shoulder blade while his fingers teased the underside of your breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, ‘Do you need our cocks filling you up? Stretching you wide and hitting all the right spots?’ he asked, grinding his erection against the cleft of your ass, ‘Because we'd be more than happy to oblige.’

You squirm beneath their touch, your body aching with a desperate need only they can satisfy. You rock your hips shamelessly, seeking more of that delicious friction, ‘Yes, I need your cocks inside me,’ you beg, your voice high and breathy with desire, ‘Fill me up, stretch me wide…’

You reach back, tangling your fingers in Chifuyu’s hair and yank his head down for a searing kiss. At the same time, you wrap your free leg around Baji’s waist, using the leverage to grind yourself against his straining erection,  ‘Please, I'm so empty... I need you both to fuck me now!’ you plead, desperation colouring your words.

Baji groaned at your wanton display, his cock twitching eagerly against your slick folds. He grabbed your thigh, hiking your leg higher around his hip as he positioned himself at your entrance, ‘Since you asked so nicely,’ he purred, slowly pushing forward until just the tip breached her tight heat. He paused there, savouring the exquisite sensation before surging ahead, burying himself balls-deep in one smooth thrust.

Behind you, Chifuyu gripped your hips, holding you steady as he aligned himself with your dripping slit. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down your folds, gathering your juices before pressing forward, ‘Fuck, you're always so tight,’ he gritted out, gritting his teeth as he fought the urge to slam home, ‘I'm gonna fill this little cunt so full of cum…’

You cry out as Baji’s cock splits you open, stretching you impossibly wide. The sudden fullness sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your core, making your toes curl and your vision blur, ‘Ohhh fuuuck, Just like that!’ you moan, your nails digging into Baji’s shoulders as he begins to move. Each powerful thrust sends your hips bucking back to meet him, creating a delicious rhythm.

When Chifuyu finally sinks into you, the dual invasion is almost too much to handle. You feel so utterly filled, stretched to your limits by the combined girth of their cocks. A keening wail tears from your throat as you start to ride them harder, chasing your impending climax, ‘Don't stop, please don't stop!’ you chant, your voice rising in pitch.

Baji sets a relentless pace, pounding into your sopping cunt with deep, forceful strokes. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mingling with their laboured breaths and your moans.

‘That's it, take it just like that,’  he growls, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside her with each thrust, ‘Gonna fuck this greedy pussy 'til you're screaming for mercy.’

Behind you, Chifuyu matches Baji’s rhythm, sandwiching you between their hard bodies. His hands roam your curves possessively, tweaking your nipples and delivering sharp smacks to your bouncing ass, ‘Such a good little slut for us, he praises, his voice rough with lust. Milking our cocks so fucking well…’

Your world narrows to the intense sensations coursing through your body, the relentless pounding of Baji’s cock, the deeper, slower thrusts of Chifuyu’s behind you, the biting pain and overwhelming pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly.

‘Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, I'm so close!’ you scream, your voice hoarse and ragged, ‘Don't stop, keep fucking me, please!’

Your inner walls clench and ripple around Baji, trying to milk him for all he's worth. You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap, ‘F-fill me up, I need your cum!’ you beg, your hips jerking wildly as you chase your release.

The feeling of your silken walls clamping down on him is almost enough to push Baji over the edge. He redoubles his efforts, hammering into you with short, sharp jabs that have you seeing stars, ‘Shit, I'm gonna cum,’ he warns through gritted teeth, his movements becoming erratic, ‘Gonna pump you full of my seed, make this pussy mine.’

Chifuyu isn't far behind, his balls drawing up tight as his own climax approaches. He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he pistons into her from behind, ‘Cum for us,’ he demands, reaching around to rub furious circles over your clit, ‘Let go and cum all over our cocks like a good girl!’

Your entire body seizes up as the first wave of your orgasm crashes over you. Your vision whites out, your mind going blank as pure, unadulterated ecstasy consumes you, ‘AHHH FUCK, YES!!’ you wail, your back arching sharply off the bed as you come undone. Your pussy spasms violently around Baji, milking his throbbing cock for every drop of his scorching hot release.

At the same time, Chifuyu’s bite and frantic stroking send you hurtling into another peak. This one is even more intense, your second climax ripping through you like a tidal wave and leaving you a quivering, sobbing mess, ‘I-I'm cumming again!’ you gasp, your voice barely audible over the thunderous pounding of your heart, ‘Oh God, oh fuck, I'm cumming so much!’

Baji lets out a guttural roar as your rippling walls trigger his explosive climax. He buries himself to the hilt, painting your insides with thick ropes of his cum as he pumps you full to bursting, ‘Take it all, you dirty slut,’ he growls, his hips jerking erratically as he empties his heavy balls deep within you, ‘Gonna breed this sweet cunt…’

Chifuyu follows suit, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He grunts harshly, his cock pulsing as he floods your already stuffed channel with his seed, ‘Fuuuck yeah,’ he pants, nipping at her earlobe, ‘So perfect, taking our cum like such a good little cumslut…’

As the last tremors of your climaxes subside, you collapse back onto the bed, your body limp and spent. You can feel the warm, sticky fluid of Baji and Chifuyu’s releases filling you, marking you as theirs in the most primal way.

‘Mmmph... so full,’ you mumble, your eyes drifting shut as a contented sigh escapes your lips, ‘Love feeling your cum inside me... makes me feel so owned, so claimed by you both.’

You shift slightly, your oversensitive pussy clenched tightly around the still-hard cocks buried deep within you. A soft whimper escapes you as the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked and filled sends a shiver down your spine, ‘Can we stay like this for a bit?’ you ask, your voice drowsy and pleading, Just basking in the afterglow…’

Baji and Chifuyu exchange a knowing glance over your slumped form, a silent communication passing between them. They both nod, settling in to hold their shared lover close as they catch their breath, ‘Of course, babygirl,’ Baji murmurs, pressing tender kisses along her temple. 

‘We've got you. Just relax and let us take care of you now,’ Chifuyu wraps his arms around your waist from behind, spooning you against his chest as he nuzzles into your hair, ‘You did so well, sweetheart,’ he praises softly, ‘Took us so perfectly...Such a good girl for us.’

You lay there together, basking in the intimate closeness and the fading embers of your passion. In this moment, nothing else matters - only the three of you, joined as one in the aftermath of your lovemaking.

[mad-maximoff]

So, I have 3 major celeb crushes that I will not stfu abt. However, I had no idea Angelina Jolie would pop up on my 2024 bingo card.

Like look at my ladies OMFL🥵

Monica in thigh highs 🤤

Catherine Zeta-Jones in the look of Season 2 of Wednesday. (like have you SEEN the sneek peak Mortica & Gomez’s bedroom oml)

Pamela Anderson is soo fucking adorable! Just a cutie patootie, eepy sleepy🥹💕

FINALLY THIS GODDAMN WOMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WOMAN?!?! AND HER BELLY RING🥵

[mr-moonbeanies]

“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”― Friedrich Nietzsche

Shortly after arriving in Hell, Alastor made what he thought would be the most important deal of his afterlife. Nearly a full century later, he finds that he has proven himself wrong. Now, he and Vox both have to deal with the consequences of the others' decisions and temperaments. Even when the two were friends, they always knew they were divided by a cavern, deep and deadly. Maybe, as they face one of the worst powers in hell, they can build a bridge between them and one day dare to cross it?

or Alastor got drunk and changed the course of his dynamic with Vox forever and neither of them are emotionally mature enough to handle it.

[elyrch]

Dating Caspian the Merman (OC)

a/n: first time writing for one of my oc's. i hope you guys like it. kinda got a little too deep into writing about the biology of mermaids, sorry lol

caspian isn't a prince or really all that important in his city. of course, he is important to some of the people there, but he doesn't have a whole lot of things to really do.

you'd meet him when you go down to the rocky shores at night to think. coincidentally, he's also there- kind of bored, of course, but he's looking up at the moon as he wishes he could speak to humans without being in danger of getting harpooned.

this is the only real reason he goes there at night instead of the day- he loves the sun, but he knows that people are not as kind as they seem.

either way, you go to the shore and see him as he's laying on a large, flat rock. once you see him, you HAVE to reassure him that you're not gonna hunt him or tell anyone about him or else he'll be terrified. once calm though, he's pretty sweet.

he's got silver-white hair, long, slender fingers, soft blue eyes, and ears that are slightly pointed. he's also got very pale, almost to the point of being kind of blue, skin. on certain spots (where skin would usually be rough, like elbows) he's got pastelly blue scales that become more frequent as you look down at his hips, then his legs (or, really, the lack of legs. he's got a fish tail.) his hair is kinda brittle since he's in the ocean, but it's soft considering his situation. his nails are a little unnaturally sharp, but they seem to be dulled by how he uses them to move around on land (aka: the rocks act as makeshift nail files) and he's got a long scar across his stomach (it looks as though it quite literally tore through him) and he's got top surgery scars that are a lot paler pink, but are still visible.

on his body, he's got a few tattoos, as well- in my mind, mermaids use tattoos to signify which kingdom and family they're from- kingdom on the left wrist, and family on the right. wrists are very vulnerable, so showing the family and kingdom tattoos is customary before doing practically anything else, such as fighting for one's honor or whatever. caspian hasn't gotten a real job yet, so he hasn't gotten a tattoo for that- although his father is a successful coral and kelp farmer. job tattoos go on the sternum, as close to the heart as possible- caspian has a few ideas for his though. he's very good at the spear, so maybe he'd be a warrior or hunter of some kind.

according to mythology, mermaids and mermen were made by an angered witch who combined a village with fish to make them fish people. this means they have both lungs (above water breathing) and gills (underwater breathing). i don't really know how this works so just imagine its some like, second lung situation or whatever idk.

mermaids and mermen have different metabolisms to humans- they gain and lose weight very easily, and this can depend on the temperature of the water, how stressed they are, or what they eat.

his society is also highly matriarchal, as well- when he transitioned, his mother genuinely hated him since she thought he was betraying him. his father, though, understood after a while. shortly after their final argument, caspian's mother was harpooned by a human, and died in the cradle of the waves. this society believes burials at sea are honorable, so they did the ceremony without a body.

in order to like, date you, i don't think caspian would pull an ariel and get legs. he'd actually find a way to help you breathe underwater (like through a spell or something) so you can go into the ocean with him. he's very considerate!

overall 10/10 but i think he wouldnt know that seawater hurts your lungs the first time he'd drag you under, so he'd feel VERY VERY bad

thank you for reading! PLEASE tell me if you guys like it, teehee

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[ink-and-blood-goddess]

🪳🩸Dating Robert Montague Renfield Headcanons I🪳🩸

A/N- I watched Renfield for the second time a few days ago after watching it for the first time back in June and decided to write headcanons for our favorite, beloved character.

So, this is my first time writing character dating headcanons and had this saved up in my drafts for a few months. I’m going to be doing several of these as separate posts so that I don’t go overboard when I write the headcanons out

Also, I’m adding Renfield to my fourth list of character fanfic requests, so be on the lookout for that :) 

So please enjoy these headcanons…

Warnings: Some language, minor angst, mentions of past abuse, minor violence, and a fluffy relationship

Citrus Scale: 🍎

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The two of you met at Assholes Anonymous at the local church one night. Just two complete strangers listening to other people’s problems and how they got here.

You were the same way too. Looking for a place to spill all your fillings out after having a huge falling out with your NOW ex shitty boyfriend. It felt like the floodgates opened up once you began to talk about your fucked up relationship.

Sobbing over everything he’s done to you for the past few years you were together. Everybody sat there including him, listening what you’ve been through with a fucking low life like your ex. 

After the meeting, he came up to you at the refreshments table to see how you were doing. Your eyes were very red and puffy from all the crying, he felt very bad for you. He took out his handkerchief and wiped away stray tears that were left on your cheeks.

He was so kind to you, the two of you started to talk with one another.

“I’m Robert Montague Renfield,” he held out his hand. You extended yours and shook his hand gently. “Nice to meet you Robert Montague Renfield, I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You said with a smile.

The two of you hit it off pretty well. You saw one another again at the next meeting and it was his turn to talk. He talked about his narcissistic boss that always gave him problems at his job and how it was hard for him to work with that type of person.

You felt more bad for him than yourself. Having his boss hound him everyday was harsh enough. That’s when something incredible happened.

After the meeting was over, he came up to you all nervous looking, fiddling with his hands, “(Y/N). Would you like to go get some dinner with me? I know a great place in the square.”

You nodded your head, “yes. I would love to grab a bite to eat, Robert.” He smiled back and both of you locked arms as you walked out the door.

Once the two of you got to the restaurant and seated at your table, you started talking about your lives.

Robert talked about his stressful job and how his boss is making his whole life a living hell. You talked about your very shitty ex boyfriend and basically walked all over you for the past few years.

“Wow. It sounds like we were destined for each other Miss (Y/N),” he said with a smile. “Yeah. I guess we were,” you laughed a bit.

After dinner, Robert offered to walk back with you to your place and you said yes.

You walked hand in hand, as you finally arrived at your apartment door on the third floor.

Before you went to unlock the door, Robert cupped your face with his hands, leaned over, and pressed his lips against yours. They felt soft and sweet on your warm skin.

Once he was done and lifted his head back up, you felt your face blush from the sudden move. Robert’s face turned to a bright pink shade as he laughed a bit.

“I had a great time tonight Robert. Thank you again,” you giggled. “ I did too. Good night (Y/N).” He leaned over again and kissed the top of your head. “Yes. Good night to you too Robert.” Then the two of you waved each other goodbye as Robert walked away and you went into your apartment.

From that night on, a relationship blossomed between the two of you.

Robert took you on all kinds of dates all over the city. Brunches, lunches, dinners, cafes, picnics, movies, a night under the stars, etc.

He really understood you and your feelings. Robert made you feel important more than ever.

Everything was going well, until your ex boyfriend came back. He wanted to have a fresh start and wanted to start over with you. But you saw through him quickly.

When you told him to leave, he grabbed you and held you by your throat against the wall.

“Listen to me you little bitch. You don’t belong to anybody else, but me. You belong to me and me only.” You let out a soft whimper, as tears fell down your face.

Before he could do anything else to you, the door to your apartment burst open and you saw Robert charging straight in towards your ex. He tackled him full force into the kitchen, with his hand letting go of you and dropping you to the floor.

You could hear the crunching of bones and tearing of flesh, as you watched Robert beat him into a bloody pulp and then stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, Robert turned and looked over his shoulder at you. His hands and face were covered with blood splatter. When you looked into his eyes, they weren’t blue. Instead, they were a golden yellow.

You wanted to get up and run out the door, but your legs felt frozen in place. Your soft whimpers turned into cries for help.

Robert quickly dashed towards you and embraced you in a tight hug. “Oh dear God (Y/N). I’m so so sorry you had to watch that.” He said, as he buried his face into your hair and ran his fingers through the strands. You continued to cry as you buried yourself into his soft sweater. Then as your cries soften, Robert cupped your face with both hands as he wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

“But never in my whole life, I’ll ever harm you in any way. I’ll protect you and make sure you’ll be safe. I swear it.” He said, as his eyes changed back to that beautiful blue color. He kissed the top of your head and then kissed your lips in a soft embrace.   

[flansy-fictions]

80s flansy x masc reader,,,,smooching in the shared apartment and nearly gettin caught....gheheheh

★ - Near Misses

John Flansburgh x masc reader!

CW: Suggestive dialogue

** OH MY GOD THE EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION NEARLY KILLED MEEEEEE

The Johns were going to a gig later in the evening, and you were at their shared apartment, seeing them before they left. It had been a while since you'd last seen Flans, so it was mainly to see him. Linnell wasn't exactly bothered by the two of you being together, he just wanted nothing to do with it. You were sitting beside Flans on the sofa, chatting and catching up with each other until Linnell came into the room. “I'm going to the store,” He announced as he put on his coat. “Is there anything specific you want?” Flans then turned to you to see if you had an answer - you politely declined. “Just get whatever.” Added Flansburgh.

“Okay, I won't be long, and I don't want to come back to you two all up on each other.”

“Pardon?” Exclaimed Flans before Linnell left, closing the door behind him.

Flans sighed. “That's enough of him now.” He joked. You laughed briefly.

“How long will it take you to get to this gig then?” You asked.

“Just under two hours… and it's a shame I can't spend that time with you.” He spoke with a small smirk on his face and you laughed again, a little more colour fading into your cheeks. Flans shuffled closer to you and put an arm around you. “You had your haircut or something?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It's cute.. still enough for me to mess with~” He said as his hand slid into your hair. It stayed there for a while, his fingers gently flowing through the strands before sliding down to your jawline. He wanted to grab it a little more firmly, but he was quick to pull back.

“Sorry,” John apologised putting his hands together. “I shouldn't get so carried away, we haven't got time for that.. but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the man in front of me in other ways.”

“What ways?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Well, I dunno..” He put his hand back on your cheek and kissed your other. “Like that maybe?”

“Awwh..” You sounded in response before returning his kiss. Flans clearly liked that.

“What a man you are, I've missed you so much..” He sighed reaching for your hand. He held it in his and lovingly looked into your eyes, his thumb circling your palm. “I'd do so much more if we had more time.. but I'll do as much as I can with the time we have.” Flans added before taking off his glasses. You watched his hand set the glasses on the coffee table, before Flansburgh asked you to come closer. When you moved, he held the back of your head and closed the space between you both. Your lips met in a brief, yet warm and gentle kiss.

Flansburgh was about to speak again, but you leaned forward as if you wanted another kiss. “You want more?” Asked Flans with a smirk.

“What were you about to say?” You asked him instead.

“Forget that.” Then he pulled you back in and held you in place by keeping his hand on your cheek. This kiss was longer, deeper.. more intense.

He didn't let go for a second, and his spare hand tightly and protectively gripped yours. He briefly opened his eyes and looked down at your legs, noticing they were significantly further apart than before. He smiled. Finally, you detached from him, needing to breathe. You fanned yourself by tugging on the top of your shirt, and your breathing was heavy and uneven. “I've missed doing that.” Flans told you with a grin spread along his face.

“So have I..” You answered.

“I can't get enough of that sometimes,” He took your hand again. “I could spend all day just-”

Then the front door opened, cutting him off.

“Hey c'mon! We've got to go!” Exclaimed Linnell, sounding slightly frustrated. Flans jolted up and put his glasses back on, along with his coat, and picked up his guitar case. Your heart pounded in your chest and you stood up too, trying to look like you were doing something. Flans asked you to carry his amp for him, and you picked it up and carried it down the hall.

On the way down the stairs of the apartment block, Linnell was angrily mumbling to himself. But you weren't paying much attention to that, neither was Flansburgh. He was looking back at you, wishing he could just take you back and keep you to himself for hours on end.