#fic ideas rampant

[bougiebutchbitch]

seeing 'dead dove & proship dni' on a blog is a first for me. like. i've seen 'proship dni' - and even if I think it's stupid, because you're basically saying 'I believe it's okay to harass people who create fictional situations I disapprove of', it doesn't surprise me anymore. But 'dni dead dove'??? you hate properly tagged fics and want that nasty stuff just floating around in the ecosystem where anyone can accidentally stumble across it? Like turds in a river?? okayyyyyy

I know, I know, they think fiction = reality. They want to eradicate any and all darkfic altogether, regardless of if you're a survivor exploring your feelings/trying to understand your abuser's pov, or digging into the nitty gritty awfulness of trauma recovery, or just putting fictional characters in a horrific situation to see what they do, like a fictional saw trap that is hurting literally no one. Y'know, like TV writers do all the time. I know they buy into the idea that video games cause violence. But like. ???

[renee561]

@rarepairheathen you are in my head and I don't know if I will ever get to it but I'm thinking about it 😭

[skiitter]

God I hate modern fandom sometimes.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

🤷🏽‍♂️

[artemisdesari-blog]

Sometimes being the mum who exists in fandom spaces leads to awkward, even concerning, conversations. Such as the one which happened this morning. The mum of my daughter's best mate asked me if one of their mutual friends had sent her a specific message. This message was a link to a fic on ao3, if this had been a G rated fic this conversation would not have happened. It was not G rated. It was an E rated fic. Our kids aren't even 12 yet. As it happens, both of our kids have their internet access heavily locked down and monitored. They have phones because of how their school manages homework. The mutual friend, however, is not so monitored. Or she wasn't, given what her mum found she's about to be. This kid had found a fandom, joined it, and found it chock full of antis. The fic had been sent to her by one of them as an example of the sort of terrible people out there who need to be harassed and attacked because they wrote a smutty story.

Someone thought it was appropriate to send written porn to an 11 year old to encourage her to attack the author.

This resulted in a very awkward conversation where I had to explain to multiple horrified parents the anti culture that is becoming so prevalent. The fact that there are adults who use that purity message to groom kids. The way they escalate and how it bleeds into real life. One parent told me she'd wondered why her 14 year old was suddenly concerned about the two year age gap between her parents. The more I explained, the more absolutely ludicrous it sounded and the more baffled these poor mums looked. More than once I was told "but the characters aren't real, it's really weird but it isn't hurting anyone". Which is the point. The fictional situation isn't hurting anyone. The person who sent porn to an 11 year old is.

Was the person who sent it the author? Doubtful, that thing was tagged in the extreme. Was the person who sent it an adult? Almost certainly. The parent who's child received the original message has found more concerning stuff and gone to the police, but from the language the person doing the sending was in the US. We aren't. Did my daughter receive it? No, she isn't interested in that fandom and therefore wouldn't have bothered with it. Is this the fault of the author? No, they didn't send the link, they didn't ask to be harassed, they wrote a story and put it on ao3, the website created in response to rampant censorship and designed to allow for all kinds of fiction. Is this the fault of the parents? Partially, they should have been looking at their daughter's internet use and clocked what was happening sooner. Is this the fault of the child? No, she's 11, she didn't know better.

This has been a difficult day. Multiple parents have had their eyes opened to parts of fandom culture they had no idea existed. And the thing of it is, they aren't concerned about the why of anti rhetoric. They don't care about the adults writing about teens or rape or incest or torture or any of the rest, because they looked at the clearly tagged and rated fics and figured that it worked the same as a warning on any streaming service. They only cared because some utterly vile individual decided to expose their child to something this girl might not have looked at for years.

Proshippers did not cause what I have spent afternoon helping several sets of parents navigate. Antis did. Normally I'm fairly quiet about the whole debate because I just want to get on with my life and share my experiences. Today I got dragged into that mess in my every day life and the adults in the equation didn't react the way Antis like to think they would. They didn't condemn the author. They condemned the anti who shared the work with a preteen.

[kiyoors]

hehe I saw ur tags and I agree so hard!! getting asks is literally so nice, im single handedly trying to bring them back in my tumblr circles bc I miss the ask era, when everyone was just sending people asks all the timeee

AHHH I KNOW!!

asks are the tumblr equivalent to a hand written letter sealed with a kiss 💌

[xmen-blue]

(this poll assumes you are an x-men fan otherwise why are you following me, an x-men blog)

[ja3yun]

Red Ocean | P.JS

vampire!jay x succubus!femreader warnings: smut (mdni), rough, unprotected sex, power dynamics, blood and biting (a lot of it), dirty talk, spanking, oral (m.rec), throat fucking, swallowing, mentions of manipulation and control (but all consensual!), not proofread, anything else lmk! wc: 8.5k synopsis: with jongseong starving for his next feed as a self proclaimed veggie, his friend suggests visiting red ocean to quench his thirst, but when he gets there, there's something off about the place. a/n: hi! so listen, this is completely new territory for me bc i write cute lovey dovey scenes and this is pure FILTH. this was originally going to be a thank you for 1.5k (which thank you btw!) but i think i want to write something else for that since this kind of fic doesn't suit some people's taste, so please enjoy it as just a lil something. there is a lot of blood and vampire stuff so like, if you don't enjoy that, feel free to scroll!

Slumping onto the couch beside his buddy Jake, Jongseong looks like he's been through the wringer. His eyes are droopy, his head's pounding, and he's got this desperate hunger gnawing at him. "I'm fucking starving," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to block out the craving for blood that's been driving him nuts.

It has been 4 weeks since he has had a decent meal and he is starting to lose the strength in his body, his powers growing weaker by the second. It’s gotten so bad that he almost mauled the girl next to him in the lift on the way up to his best friend, Jake’s apartment, thinking about how good it would be to pierce her neck and taste her blood on his tongue, drinking her until he’s stuffed.

But it goes against Jongseong’s number one rule: never feed from a human.

Jongseong has lived his life for 148 years and lived 127 years of it as a vampire. He has been a self-proclaimed vegetarian for over 60 years, vowing that now he can control his thirst around humans, he will never feed from anyone ever again. It was a personal choice, one that is lost on his friends because, to them, one of the greatest pleasures in this shitty never-ending life is to feast on fresh human blood.

It’s not that he didn’t love the taste of human blood, in fact, he often finds dinner within the confines of a type O blood bag that Jake kindly provides him when on shift. His friend works as a delivery man, transporting goods from one hospital to another, and sometimes while he has to use the ‘bathroom’ he sniffs out what he calls the Treasure Room; a room filled with red gold. Stealing the blood is easy, it’s understanding why Jongseong won’t just suck on a pure nape that is the hard part.

“There are some bags in the fridge,” Jake points over to his white, shabby refrigerator where he keeps some spare bags of sweet crimson for himself, “I can’t keep doing this, Jongseong. The hospitals are starting to notice and it’s hard enough to feed me never mind you,” he exhales heavily, trying to relay to Jongseong the burden he carries.

Jongseong sighs, fighting to find the energy to drag himself to the fridge, “I’m sorry, the closest woods is 5 hours away and wildlife doesn't exactly run rampant around these parts,” he retorts, hoping his friend will understand his struggle.

The bags are nice, but they’re cold and stale, he wants something warm and substantial, something only living beings can provide. Unfortunately for him, deer and foxes have been scarce in recent weeks.

Nodding, Jake pulls himself off the couch to grab him and his friend a bag. Jongseong watches Jake take the blood bags from the refrigerator, his stomach twisting with relief and remorse. He despises having to rely on Jake for meals, knowing the toll it puts on his friend.

Jake hands him one of the bags before sitting beside him once again, concern etched on his face, “You could start feeding from humans again,” he suggests, knowing that it’s sort of a lost cause. Jongseong has been a veggie for so long that he knows the idea is ludicrous to him, but it seems like his only option now.

“Not a chance in hell,” Jongseong argues back, piercing his fangs into the blood bag and sucking some out of it, his eyes lighting up as he tastes the sweetness. Despite his love for human blood, he stands by his morals, “I’m not that person, I’m not like those mosquitoes from the Tracks.”

The Tracks are notorious for hosting some of the most bloodthirsty vampires to roam Seoul. They’re lethal and dangerous; in Jongseong’s eyes, they might as well be parasites. He knows it’s wrong to cast judgment on a whole group of people based on a few individuals, but these creatures aren’t like Jake and Jongseong; they’re predatory and conniving, doing whatever it takes to get humans to surrender to them, even if that means abusing their power.

Jongseong vowed to never do such a thing, to keep humans safe. After all, he was laid victim to the hands of a vampire all those years ago, why would he now wish to cause the same harm to an innocent being? 

Jake sits up straight, his thinking cap secured firmly on his head, “What if they consented? Like how Bona has consented to me?” he offers as a solution.

Bona is Jake’s long-term human blood bag turned girlfriend, she allows Jake to take what he needs from her, trusting him to never harm her. It works tremendously well, however, as much as she is there to provide herself to her man, Jake doesn’t like to abuse the offering, hence the use of blood bags for himself.

Jongseong scoffed, recognising the uniqueness of Jake's situation, "It’s alright for you to say, your girlfriend is the most chilled person I know. Could you imagine if I just walked up to someone and was like ‘Hey, can I suck on one of your main arteries for a couple of minutes?’ I’m sure that’ll go down well,” he remarked sarcastically, highlighting the absurdity of the notion.

Suddenly, Jake’s eyes light up as if he had come up with the solution to all of Jongseong’s problems, “What about Red Ocean?” he queries.

“The sex club? I’m hungry, not horny, Jake,” Jongseong says back.

Red Ocean is a famous strip joint in the middle of town that also provides bonus services to those who throw enough money around. It’s not the worst place in the world but it is certainly not what he is looking for.

“Well you’re single as well as hungry,” Jake starts, his face never diminishing his bright expression, “What if you could quench both thirsts at once?”

Jongseong had no problem getting laid, in fact, he was good as it gets for a superb fuck around these parts; it didn’t take long for him to lure women into his bed for a one night thing. But that didn’t mean he feasted on them, he was far too much a gentleman for that. The woman that he slept with signed up to get pounded into, not drained of their blood.

"What the fuck are you even suggesting? That I go feed off some poor girl just because she's a sex worker? It's a legitimate profession, you know," Jongseong argues vehemently, placing the now-empty blood bag on the coffee table before him.

Rolling his eyes, Jake lets out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re a feminist" he quips, brushing off Jongseong's defence, "But Red Ocean isn't just your run-of-the-mill sex club. My buddy Jungwon told me they've got a whole section specifically for vampires like us. Plenty of willing donors, no strings attached."

Jongseong runs a hand over his face, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in, "But why would anyone agree to that?" he wonders aloud, struggling to comprehend the idea of people willingly offering themselves up as disposable blood bank for a paycheck.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Jake takes a sip from his own blood bag, "Different strokes for different folks, I guess," he offers with a shrug as if that explains everything, "I'll have Wonnie send over the details."

Despite his reservations, Jongseong knows that his hunger won't be satisfied for long with just blood bags. Reluctantly, he nods, conceding to Jake's suggestion. Perhaps Red Ocean holds the key to quelling his insatiable cravings without compromising his morals. Only time will tell.

_____

Standing outside the red-lit nightclub, Jongseong hypes himself up to enter, his comfort zone being pushed to its brink. He is a homebody who enjoys binging TV shows and playing his guitar, so this venture is foreign to him. 

His nervousness is heightened by the fact that he is here alone. Jake, being the devoted lover he is, would never risk an argument with Bona over a place like this. And Jongseong's other dependable friend, Heeseung, is preoccupied with a work assignment, leaving him to traverse this foreign environment on his own.

Despite his concerns, Jongseong knows he can't back out now, the hunger that lies in the pit of his stomach is only getting worse. With a final steeling of his will, he pushes open the club's entrance and enters the throbbing, crimson-hue interior, prepared to face whatever awaits him within.

The place really lives up to its name Red Ocean because all he can see in front of him is red; red lighting and neon signs, the workers are all laced with some form of red attire, and there is an ocean of people. Jongseong looks like a deer in the headlights as he walks up to the reception desk. 

His gaze is immediately drawn to a sultry figure standing near the entrance. She's the epitome of allure, with long, flowing hair cascading over her shoulders and a figure that curves in all the right places. Her eyes, smouldering with an enticing gaze, seem to beckon him forward.

She stands behind a large desk area, her presence commanding attention as she takes in the arrivals with a knowing smile. Dressed in a form-fitting dress that accentuates her ample curves, she exudes an air of confidence and sensuality that leaves Jongseong momentarily breathless.

As Jongseong approaches, he can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks under her gaze. Her lips curve into a seductive smile as she extends a manicured hand towards him, her voice smooth as velvet as she speaks.

"Welcome to Red Ocean," she purrs, her voice laced with a hint of mischief, “How can we fulfil your desires tonight?” Her question hangs in the air as Jongseong is entranced by her.

He can’t put his finger on it, but suddenly he’s more tired than before, his body almost as if it’s being led on its own, like he’s having a strange out-of-body experience. Perhaps it’s the heat mixed in with the smoke, or maybe it’s something more.

Clearing his throat nervously, Jongseong tries to regain his composure as he addresses the hostess. "Um, yeah, I was told there's a private area?" he asks, hoping she'll understand his subtle hint.

With a dark smile, the hostess nods, her gaze lingering on him with a knowing glint. "Absolutely, sir. For £700, you can enjoy the company of one of our talented performers in a private setting, with a complimentary bottle of champagne," she explains smoothly, her fingers dancing across the screen of her iPad.

Jongseong defiantly shakes his head, “No, no, none of that,” he notices how her smile drops as if he has offended her, “No! I just don’t…I don’t need that kind of service,” he says softly. This is going a lot more awkwardly than he had planned. The last thing he needs to do is offend her, this could be his only chance at a proper meal for weeks.

There’s also a nagging voice in the back of his mind that’s telling him to be careful. Telling this woman outright that he is a vampire could end disastrously, hunters lurk in every corner of the city, waiting for their moment to capture vampires exactly like him. It’s not easy to tell who is a hunter and who isn’t, so for all he knows, this club could be collecting vampires and luring them in with possibilities of feeding when in actual fact, they will tear them limb from limb and burn them out back.

He has to tread carefully here.

The atmosphere is heavy around him as he tries to regain control of the situation, but with his energy low, it’s proving difficult, “Do you provide…special services?” he asks, puffing out his chest a little to feign confidence.

Jongseong isn’t a timid person, he’s always been known for being strong and confident but for some reason, he’s regressed back to his little awkward, virgin self. This place is throwing his entire aura off and messing with his head. Maybe it’s just the hunger that sits within him.

The hostess eyes him sceptically, her gaze lingering on him in a way that sets his nerves on edge. "We offer a variety of unique services, tailored to each individual's preferences," she replies, her voice dipping seductively as she sizes him up. "So, sir, how can I ensure you have the best experience possible?"

Jongseong shifts uncomfortably under the weight of the hostess's scrutiny, his mind racing with uncertainty. He hadn't expected this encounter to be so challenging. Every instinct tells him to tread cautiously, to protect himself from potential danger while still satisfying his hunger.

"I... I'm looking for something," Jongseong finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something... off the menu, so to speak."

The hostess raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable as she considers his request but she doesn’t budge, in fact, she crosses her arms, clearly having enough of this encrypted conversation. Jongseong needs to be straightforward if he wants to leave here fully satisfied.

The password.

How could he forget that Jake had texted him a password? Once Jake had asked his friend Jungwon for more details, he said the only way to get into the back area with the other vampires was with a password. Jongseong’s brain has been so clouded since he walked in here that he completely forgot the one important detail.

"Dracaena Trifasciata," he manages to utter, though his pronunciation leaves much to be desired. Still, the hostess's reaction tells him he got the message across, her bored expression transforming into a sly smirk.

As Jongseong watches, spellbound, the hostess's transformation leaves him momentarily breathless. Her once closed-off demeanour now radiates warmth and familiarity, as if she's greeting an old friend rather than a stranger.

"My little crimson crusader," she purrs, her voice sending a shiver down Jongseong's spine. "Why didn't you just say so?"

Her words are like a siren's call, drawing Jongseong closer until he stands before her, unable to resist her magnetic presence. As she reaches across the desk, her hands beckoning him nearer, Jongseong obeys without hesitation, his curiosity mingled with a sense of trepidation.

With deft fingers, she undoes the first few buttons of his crisp white shirt, her touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across his skin. He feels a flutter of nerves in the pit of his stomach as her hands glide over his chest, exploring with an intimacy that leaves him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

She tilts her head, her gaze locking with his in a silent exchange of understanding. Jongseong can't tear his eyes away from hers, captivated by the depths of emotion swirling within them.

Despite the warmth of her touch, Jongseong can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at the edges of his consciousness. There's something about her that feels off, something that sets his instincts on edge. She isn’t a vampire, the heat of her touch is enough to clarify, but she is certainly no human.

But as he stands there, caught in her gaze, he finds himself unable to pull away. Whatever she is, whatever secrets she holds, Jongseong knows one thing for certain: he's in deeper than he ever imagined, and there's no turning back now.

As she pulls away, a sense of relief washes over him, though he can still feel the lingering intensity of the hostess's gaze. Standing upright behind her desk once more, she regards him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, "You're a lot younger than those we see around these parts. You can't be any more than 160," she muses, her perceptive gaze honing in on Jongseong's youthful aura.

"I'm 148," Jongseong admits quietly, a hint of embarrassment colouring his tone. He's never given much thought to his age, existing as a perpetual 21-year-old who happened to live through 3 plagues and 2 world wars. 

Pouting playfully, the hostess holds a hand over her heart in mock sympathy, "Aw, you're just a baby," she coos, her tone patronising. The remark sends a surge of irritation coursing through Jongseong, his shoulders tensing and his jaw clenching involuntarily.

He suppresses the urge to retort, reminding himself to tread carefully in this unfamiliar territory. Despite the hostess's seemingly jovial demeanour, there's an underlying edge to her words that sets him on edge.

Circling the desk, the hostess stands in front of the young vampire, her body dangerously close to his as she leans up and presses her lips to his ear, “Follow me, I’ll lead you to everything you’re starving for,” she whispers. Jongseong feels a shiver run down his spine as the hostess's warm breath caresses his ear, her words sending a jolt of anticipation through him. Despite the warning bells ringing in the back of his mind, he finds himself unable to resist the allure of her invitation.

_____

As Jongseong weaves through the crowded club, his senses are assaulted by the mingling scents of sweat, alcohol, and, most tantalizingly, human blood. Each passerby sends a wave of hunger coursing through him, his fangs threatening to descend at any moment. But he clenches his jaw, reminding himself of his resolve to abstain from feeding on humans. Yet, isn’t that what he’s on his way to do?

Beside him, the hostess effortlessly navigates the throng of clubgoers, her presence commanding attention wherever she goes. She greets familiar faces with a knowing smile, exchanging pleasantries with ease. Jongseong can't help but marvel at her confidence and poise, even as his own nerves threaten to betray him.

Eventually, they reach a door marked "Staff," but as the hostess swings it open, Jongseong is met with an unexpected sight - a long, dimly lit brick corridor stretching out before him. The hostess glances back at him, urging him to follow with a subtle gesture.

With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, Jongseong steps through the doorway, the weight of uncertainty heavy on his shoulders. He can't shake the feeling that he's venturing into uncharted territory, but with the promise of satisfying his hunger looming before him, he presses on.

As they reach the end of the corridor, Jongseong's heart quickens with anticipation, his senses heightened as they stand before the heavy, rusty door, “It’s just through here…” she trails off, silently asking for his name.

“Jongseong,” he replies, bowing his head in politeness. 

"Jessica," she offers in return, a slight grin playing on the corners of her mouth. Her simple gesture of introducing herself somehow eased the tension that had been coiling in his chest.

Jessica pushes open the door, revealing what can only be described as another reality. As Jongseong crosses the threshold, he feels as if he has been transported to a place beyond his imagination. The space before him is bathed in a delicate, ethereal glow, and the air vibrates with a palpable energy that awakens his senses. Peculiar symbols decorate the walls, their significance unknown to Jongseong but imbuing the place with an aura of ancient mysticism.

Jongseong's eyes widen in astonishment as he takes in the scene before him. The space beyond the heavy door is bustling with activity, filled with vampires from every generation lounging on plush couches and perched on bar stools. Gone is the facade of the club he had entered earlier; this is the true heart of Red Ocean.

The lavish area makes Jongseong question everything he has ever known. How many places are there like this? He hadn’t heard about this secret club until only a few days ago, so how long has it been here?

More importantly, “Uh, how much is this service?” he asks timidly as his eyes still scouting around the area where vampires are chatting away as if they aren’t deadly creatures of the night.

“Oh baby boy, don’t worry about that,” she smirks, turning to face him. It’s an ominous response, one that doesn’t fill him with much confidence, but he’s so hungry and weak that he can’t afford to pass up this opportunity due to mere scepticism. As long as it doesn’t break the bank, he’s willing to pay whatever he needs to quench this thirst.

The air in this new section of the club only serves to make him feel weaker like it’s sucking the breath from his lungs.

As Jessica looks around the room, his eyes follow, leading him to see a beautiful girl leaning against the bar, nursing her drink. The hostess’ face beams as she ushers the mystery girl over, much to Jongseong’s delight.

He might only be here to feed but who says he can’t indulge in these needs with someone beautiful like her?

“Y/N! Over here,” Jessica shouts, gesturing her friend forward. 

As you hear Jessica's call, you set your drink down, licking the remnants of the sweet beverage from your lips. It’s been a slow night for you, your usual boy cancelling last minute, leaving you in desperate need of someone new, someone to play with.

Snaking your way towards the awkward boy, you make sure your movements are purposeful, each sway of the hip intentional as you lure him into your vice. He’s a pretty little thing, much prettier than half of the men here, so you find yourself trying to grip him with your movements, beckoning him closer with every step.

As you approach him, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through you. There's something about him that sets him apart from the others in the room, something that makes your pulse quicken with anticipation. 

This is going to be a fun night.

"You are just the girl I need to treat my little sucky cup here well," Jessica states with a teasing grin, tracing her hand down Jongseong's arm, causing him to swallow deeply, "Could you take him off my hands?"

As you get closer, a rush of exhilaration runs through you. Jongseong's lingering gaze on you, hunger and desire in his eyes, just adds gasoline to the fire that is blazing within you.

Stepping closer, you rub his chest, much like the hostess had done but your touch is a lot more enticing, the way your fingertips linger on his skin a little too long causes his dick to twitch and his knees to crumble, as if he wanted to bow down and worship the ground you walked on.

Your leg slips between his, your knee rubbing against his inner thigh, close enough that he can feel it near his cock but far away enough to have him whining for more contact, "What's your name, baby?" you ask softly, your voice dripping with seduction as you look up at him through hooded eyes. You can see the desire burning in his gaze, the hunger for something more, and you're more than willing to give him what he craves, even if he doesn’t quite know what that is yet.

Jongseong's chest tightens at your touch, and his senses are overwhelmed by the magnetism you exude. With each passing second, he becomes fascinated by your presence, unable to resist the pull of attraction that draws him closer to you.

"Jongseong...Jay....Jongseong," he replies, his voice a frantic whisper. Your proximity, mixed with the gentle motions of your body against his, causes him to feel dizzy with need.

You stifle a laugh as your nails dig into his chest, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Jongseong. "Jongseong Jay Jongseong, I’m Y/N," you purr, your voice dripping with seduction, "Would you like me to take you somewhere with a little more privacy?"

Your gaze meets his with an intensity that sends a shiver down his spine, your fingers digging into his flesh with a mixture of pleasure and pain. "Or would you like to have an audience?" you continue, your eyes wandering to the left.

Jongseong follows your gaze, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in the scene before him. To the left, round couches are cluttered with vampires indulging in their primal desires, feeding from their claimed workers, fucking into them with velocity. Some couples are locked in passionate embraces, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of lust, while others simply watch on, their eyes gleaming with arousal.

One particular couple catches Jongseong's attention, the sight of blood dripping down the girl's body as she relishes the feeling of a vampire pounding into her from behind, their shared moans only silenced by the loud music that surrounds the club. He hates to admit it, but it makes Jongseong’s dick twitch.

Peeling his eyes away, he returns his gaze to you, “Private, please.”

You withdraw your body from him, leaving him aching for your touch. You held so much power over him despite being a supernatural creature, "A gentleman, huh?" you tease, your voice dripping with amusement. "Let's see how long that lasts." He can't help but feel a sense of longing as you tease him with your words, your playful demeanour only adding to the intensity of his need.

If he was starving before, he’s ravenous now.

You lightly intertwine your fingers with his as you pull him towards your private room,  the knuckles of his hand brush along your ass as you stay a step in front of him. His eyes rake over the back of your body and take in the sight of you. You are perfect in every way, your body exactly his type, the lingerie set you have on is a beautiful white laced number that leaves nothing to the imagination. 

Jongseong is too busy admiring the way your ass cheeks jiggle as you walk that he doesn’t even notice you opening the door and leading him in. Your presence is like a drug all on its own, like he needs to surrender himself to you to experience the full pleasure. 

The moment Jongseong sets his eyes on the room and not your body, he's enveloped in a world of sensual decadence and luxury. The walls are draped in rich, red and gold fabrics, casting the space in a warm, inviting glow. Intricate patterns adorn the walls, adding a touch of opulence to the intimate setting.

In the centre of the room sits a large, lavish round bed, its sheets adorned with intricate designs that shimmer in the soft light. The bed beckons invitingly, promising hours of pleasure and indulgence for those who dare to partake.

To one side of the room, a collection of toys is splayed out in the corner, their presence adding a hint of playful excitement to the air. From silk restraints to feathered ticklers, the array of implements promises endless possibilities for exploration and delight.

But that’s not what he is here for, he is here for a quick feed to tide him over for the next few weeks until he can go out hunting again. This is transactional and absolutely nothing more.

Lighting a few candles on the mantlepiece, you hear him speak up behind you, “Uhm, you should know that I’m not here to have sex or anything, I just need to feed a little,” he confesses.

The room, though exquisitely decorated, suddenly feels charged with tension as Jongseong's words hang in the air. The candles flicker softly, casting dancing shadows across the red and gold decor as you turn to face him, your expression unreadable.

"Excuse me?" you respond, your voice laced with disbelief. For a moment, Jongseong can sense a flash of anger in your eyes, a flicker of indignation at his suggestion.

But before he can backtrack, Jongseong rushes to explain himself, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "I'll pay for the full service!" he blurts out, desperation evident in his voice. "But to be honest, I just need some blood, that's all."

You laugh, slowly sleeking your way back to him. If he was turned on by the view of you from the back, he was foaming at the mouth as he took in the sight of your breasts spilling slightly out of the white-laced cups. 

“Jongseong, who told you about this place?” you ask, leading him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“A friend of a friend,” he replies, trying not to touch your sides with his big hands despite the urge that flows through him. 

To make matters harder for him, you straddle Jongseong's lap and a surge of arousal courses through him at the feeling of your barely covered pussy pressing against his covered cock. His breath catches in his throat as you wrap your arms around his neck, your proximity overwhelming his senses.

"And did this friend of a friend tell you about our services? What it entails?"

With a playful pout, you gaze into his eyes, your seductive gaze leaving him feeling helpless under your spell. His mind goes blank, his thoughts scattered as he struggles to gather his thoughts in the face of your overwhelming allure. All he can do is shake his head in response to your question, his lips parting slightly in silent anticipation.

Blinking slowly, you draw him in closer, your silent command irresistible as he leans towards you, drawn by an invisible force he can't resist. And as your lips hover mere inches apart, you whisper words that send a shiver down his spine.

"You feed from my blood," you murmur, your voice sending a thrill through him as you grind down onto him, eliciting a shallow moan that you swallow eagerly, "And I feed from your desire."

It’s like something finally clicks in his brain; the lack of energy, the pull you have on him, his hunger replaced with a burning desire, the password being a succulent snake plant. You were no human.

“You're a succubus,” he whispers, the words hanging in the air as confirmation of what he's known deep down all along.

Placing your hands on his cheeks, you hold him in place as you swipe your tongue along his lip, tasting him for the first time. He tastes like honey, the sweetest taste you won’t be able to get enough of.

Taking his hands that are clenched tightly by his sides, you open them up and place them on your breasts which he happily obliges, “We can be called many things, succubi, Lilith’s angels, demons, the list is endless.”

As Jongseong squeezes your tits, you feel a surge of pleasure course through you, the sensation heightened by the contrast between the supple softness of your skin and the rough texture of your lingerie. Despite his attempts to resist, he finds himself unable to break free from your hold, drawn deeper into the web of desire you've woven around him. Even if he wasn’t under your spell, he doesn’t really know if he would want to stop anyway.

"We can be called many things - succubi, Lilith's angels, demons," you murmur, your voice dripping with seduction as you revel in his touch. "The list is endless."

As you speak, Jongseong can feel the weight of centuries of history and lore pressing down on him, the knowledge that vampires and succubi have long been intertwined, using one another to get what they need. But while vampires may pose a threat to humans with their insatiable thirst for blood, succubi wield power far more dangerous, feeding off human desire and emotional vulnerability.

Thus, Archangel Michael made it his mission many years ago to rid God’s great earth of any incubi and succubi, summoning his choir to catch them and burn their souls. The purge started in the 1910s, causing most demons like you to go into hiding, to save yourself from obliteration. 

It makes sense why Jongseong had never heard of this secret part of the club before, they had a lot to lose if news got out. For Michael’s choir, if they were to find out about this place, they would have a field day, picking apart each and every one of them.

You see his brain ticking and it makes you giggle, “We can help one another out, no?” you pose the question, knowing you can make him say whatever you need him to, to do whatever you please with him. Flicking your hair to the side, you expose your pure nape, “C’mon Jongseong, aren’t you starving?” you say seductively, your tone hushed as you emphasise the word starving.

Jongseong’s hand reaches up to touch your exposed neck to feel the blood pumping through your veins. He can hear it coursing along your neck, begging to be drunk by him. He licks his lips in longing, knowing that what he craves is just under your thin layer of skin.

As Jongseong's body reacts to your touch, his primal impulses take control, pushing him to the brink of want. His trousers tighten, a physical indication of his intense yearning. In his mind, he tells himself that you, your power, that is causing him to feel this way. But deep down, a nagging doubt persists: is it truly you, or are his own primitive urges driving him to the point of desperation?

Lost in the haze of lust, Jongseong finds himself unable to distinguish between reality and desire. The line between craving your blood and yearning to be buried deep inside your heat blurs, leaving him consumed by a frenzied need that threatens to overwhelm him.

His finger pricks your neck, drawing some blood as a taster out of the tiny wound. Involuntarily, his fangs protrude as he smells your sweet crimson blood, his mouth watering at the idea of devouring you right here, right now.

You know you’ve won, you’re going to get what you need and all at the expense of a tiny bit of blood, “That’s it, baby, give in to temptation,” you urge him, pulling his face closer to your neck. You can feel his breath ghosting over the wound and it makes your body press itself against him, seeking your own form of satisfaction.

Finally, he gives in, licking up the droplet of blood that seeps out of your neck before piercing you harshly. He savours the taste of your blood on his tongue, his senses ablaze with euphoria. Demon blood is intoxicating, having the same effect on vampires as alcohol does on humans, leaving vampires delirious with pleasure. He’s gentle compared to the older men you’ve had, meaning he has some form of restraint in him left.

Undoing his buttons, you slip off his shirt past his shoulders, hands roaming over his tanned skin as you crave to feel every inch of him. You tickle up his sides softly, causing his arms to instinctively pull you closer, pressing your tits against his bare chest as he revels in the sensation.

Retracting from your neck, his mouth stained with your blood, Jongseong's eyes meet yours with a newfound determination, "Stop controlling me," he demands, his voice laced with defiance as he challenges your hold over him.

But you shake your head, refusing to relinquish your grip, "Sorry, I can't do that," you reply, your tone unapologetic, "It's the only way I can get my end of the deal."

Jongseong bristles at your refusal, his determination only growing stronger, "Stop controlling me, and I'll fuck you properly," he challenges, his words a bold declaration of his intent.

Capturing your lips in his, he bites down on your bottom lip, sucking the sweet blood from it as he loses himself in the moment, bucking his hips up to rub his jeans against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

In that moment, Jongseong proves himself to be more than just another vampire under your control. With his youth and vigour, he possesses a raw intensity that sets him apart, igniting a fire within you that burns hotter than ever before.

Licking along his right fang to taste your own blood, you moan out, craving him more than anyone ever before, “Fine. But don’t disappoint me, baby. I would hate to use you like a puppet,” you whisper back, your tongue collecting more of your blood from his chin.

In a flash, Jongseong feels like he finally has his energy back, that weight of your control finally lifted, leaving him the opportunity to do whatever he wants with you. Although he knew the intensity of your manipulation, he hadn’t realised how freeing it was to be in control of his own body.

Quickly, he lifts you up and tosses you on the bed, his strength showing as you fly up to the middle of the large bed. His display of strength only fuels your desire for him further. 

You pull him by his neck to hover over you, kissing him messily as you breathe in his need for you, “Tell me what gets you off,” you say quietly, a smirk playing on your lips as you lend your hand down to cup his cock through his jeans, “You want me to suck you off?”

Jongseong groans into the kiss, the idea of your pretty lips around his shaft only sending him further into a tizzy, “Fuck yes, Princess. You think you can handle it?” his grip lands on your throat, squeezing it tightly as he shuts off your airwaves for a millisecond, “You think your tiny little mouth and throat can take me all the way?”

He originally came in here for your blood, but now all he’s thinking about is how he needs you bent over every surface, in every position, and having you begging for him. Something is appealing to him to hold so much power over one of hell’s strongest demons. Especially in your own playground.

You haven’t seen his cock, but your mouth starts to water just at the thought of it. Honestly, you didn’t expect him to be so vocal and demanding considering when you saw him he looked like he turned into the wrong club.

Maybe he was full of surprises.

Pushing him off you with all your might, you take control once again, “Edge of the bed, baby,” you instruct, sticking by your promise to not manipulate him into doing what you want, however, if he proves to be difficult, you might need to take things into your own hands.

Luckily, he’s an obedient little bat, taking off his bottoms before sitting down, stroking his thick cock as he waits for you to get into position. 

You give him a light kiss on his lips before trailing down his neck. Your actions leave your wounds seeping in front of him, inviting him to drink your blood once more. It stops you in your tracks but you don’t mind, the sensation of his hot, wet tongue licking over your wounds somehow made your pussy throb.

His fangs are anchored into you, stopping you from moving. He can’t get enough of you, your blood slowly turning into an addiction as he drains you, feeding himself full of you. 

Reaching your hand down, you grab his cock and yank it, causing him to yelp and withdraw his mouth from you. Jongseong’s eyes are wide as if questioning your intentions but you only offer him a laugh as a response, kissing into his mouth as you stroke him slowly.

Your soft hands feel amazing on his member, the way you expertly tug and squeeze him in all the right ways, it’s sensational, but he needs more. One of his hands pulls your face, holding it tightly in place as he stares deep into your eyes, “Are you going to suck my cock like you promised? Or do I have to fuck your throat instead?”

If you weren’t already wet, you were now. It’s as if he knows exactly what to say to get your motor running like he somehow knows all your turn-ons. Placing one last kiss on his lips, you snake down to his hardened length, tip pink with arousal. It’s so inviting, practically begging to be sucked.

Swiftly, you take his head into your mouth, sucking eagerly as you look up at him, eyes glistening with want and need. 

Jongseong moans out, the sight of you taking his cock in your pretty mouth while your blood is smudged all over your lips, it’s a sight he wants to etch into his brain forever. For all the years he’s been alive, this might be his favourite moment.

You love it too. As Jongseong's desire amplifies, you feel a surge of energy coursing through you, fueled by the intensity of his lust. It's a sensation unlike any other, the raw power of his desire feeding into your own, replenishing your energy with every breath he takes.

Taking him deeper into your mouth, you lay your tongue flat and bop your head up and down at a perfect pace. Jongseong grips your hair tight, creating knots in the strands as he pulls at your roots. The motion elicits a hum from your throat, sending a vibration through his cock straight to his tight balls. 

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking good at that,” he states the obvious, knowing that you do this often, but this was a new experience for him, not one person has ever come close to sucking cock as good as you do.

You smile as you look up at him, your cunt dripping from his praises. It means something more when the men you’re with are saying those sorts of things out of their own free will, not because you’re feeding those thoughts into their minds.

Jongseong can feel himself getting close, ready to cum down your throat and have you swallow it. He thrusts into your mouth, now taking charge as he pushes your head down and bucks up, the back of your throat not stuffed with his fat cock.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warns before shooting his load down your throat, each spurt making you gag as you struggle to swallow it. 

With his hand on your neck, Jongseong massages your throat, coaxing you to open wider and take in everything he has to offer. As he presses deeper into you, he can feel his length snugly nestled within your channel, the pressure from his hand adding to the pleasure coursing through him.

Finally, sensing your need for air, Jongseong pushes you off of him, allowing you to finally catch your breath. Despite not having even fucked you yet, you feel completely satiated, your body thrumming with the energy you've drawn from him.

You’re throat and face is red as you regulate your breaths, your voice hoarse as you begin to speak, “Did I meet your expectations?” you ask, biting your lip as you straddle him once more, his cock laying against your thigh.

Nodding, he pushes your hair back from your forehead, “You’re fucking unreal,” he whispers.

Laughing, you take hold of his spent cock, pumping him softly, “Can you fuck me, or is our session done?” you ask, hoping for a certain answer.

With his sensitive cock in your hand, he hisses, shutting his eyes as he revels in the sensation. He wants nothing more than to bend you over and fuck you senseless, but he needs to replenish the energy that he’s given away to you.

Jongseing takes your other hand, bringing your wrist to his lips. As he kisses your veins, his eyes remain locked onto yours, his teeth ready to sink in and take what he needs once again. Swiftly, he sinks his fangs in, causing you to tighten your grip on his dick, causing the vampire to moan out loudly. 

You take it as a sign to keep going, stroking him until he is hard again. 

The mixture of your hand working his oversensitive length and the blood he’s slurping out of you push his adrenaline to a new level, his energy replenished and his need to take you even more prominent than before.

Reluctantly, he removes himself from your wrist, kissing it softly before giving you it back, “I’m going to fuck you so good, you’re going to beg to be my personal blood bag,” he whispers, primal thirst for blood overtaking his body. But you don’t mind, truthfully, you like this side of him, it gets you off seeing him take control of you.

With a firm grip on your ass, Jongseong lifts you effortlessly, carrying you to the centre of the bed and laying you down gently. Your heart pounds in anticipation as he moves your thong aside, exposing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.

Desperate for release, you wrap your legs around his hips, grinding your folds against his throbbing cock in search of any form of relief. The friction sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that spreads up to your stomach.

Jongseong's desire burns hot as he positions himself between your legs, his eyes locking with yours as he prepares to claim you as his own. At that moment, there's no room for hesitation or restraint - only the need to lose yourselves in the ecstasy of each other's embrace.

You arch your back, urging him to take you completely. The anticipation builds between you, each moment stretching out into eternity as you both crave the release that only each other can provide.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his mouth finding its way back to your neck. Mewling out, you try to push his cock inside of you but he holds steady, resisting your advances, “You were being so good earlier, what happened?” he tuts.

As hot as it is for him to be in charge, you can’t stand him getting too cocky, "I want you, but that's the difference, isn't it? I want you, but you need me," you tease, running your tongue across your bottom lip in defiance.

Jongseong clenches his jaw, and his eyes deepen with want. Despite his efforts to retain control, your words create a fire within him, creating a need that threatens to swallow him completely. But he pulls himself back, determined to show you that he is still in control.

With that, he thrusts into you with a force that leaves you gasping for breath, your walls clenching around him in response to the sudden intrusion. Each movement is calculated and deliberate as he sets a punishing pace that leaves you trembling with pleasure.

He takes you roughly, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of your wet heat. A moan escapes your lips as you feel him stuff you to the brink, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. He’s holding no punches, making sure you know exactly who needs who.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake as you cling to him desperately, your body writhing beneath his with unbridled passion. Every touch, every kiss, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that threatens to consume you entirely. 

“Jongseong!” you cry out as he drives into you harder, making sure you feel every inch of him, your walls being battered by the strength of his large dick. He’s incredible, top 5 best fucks you’ve ever had.

As Jongseong sits up, his hands pressing firmly against your back to arch you, you feel a surge of pleasure course through you as he drives himself even deeper inside you. His commanding presence leaves you breathless, lost in the intensity of the moment, “Tell me you need me,” he hisses out, spanking your ass as he thrusts faster, “Go on, beg for it.”

His demand sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but cry out in ecstasy. Each thrust drives you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.

With your resistance cracking beneath the force of his want, you find yourself entirely succumbing to him. Your raw, needy voice fills the room as you scream for more, your words a desperate plea for relief.

"I need you, Jongseong," you cry, your voice full of longing, "I need you to fill me up, to give me your cum." Despite the roughness of his previous ministrations when he was fucking your throat silly, you find your voice somehow, driven by an intense yearning that runs through you.

A triumphant grin spreads across his face as you give in. He drags you up by your hair and makes you sit on his cock as he piledrives into you harder, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot. Your neck is still pumping out blood but he knows he can do better than that; his teeth sink into you again, tearing the flesh as he rips into you, feeding from you like a man starved for centuries. The blood drips down onto your white lingerie, turning it pink.

In the throes of ecstasy, pure bliss envelops you both as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure, screaming out each other's names in a symphony of release.

"Jongseong!" you cry out, your walls clenching tightly around him as he spills his seed deep inside you. His movements slow but remain powerful, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Your limbs go limp as you bask in the aftermath of your shared climax, your heat still clinging to him desperately, unwilling to let him go. Every inch of your being feels alive with pleasure as if you've been transported to another realm of existence.

Collapsing on top of you, Jongseong’s pants are short as he tries to catch his breath, his entire body exhausted. His tongue licks your wounds lazily, hoping it can heal you somewhat while also drinking every last drop of his dinner. 

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he whispers into your nape, “Are you okay? Was it too much?” he asks with genuine concern, warming your chest a little.

“I’m good, thanks, Jongseong,” your voice is hushed, the effort to speak proving too much. 

He rolls off of you, examining your body to make sure there’s nothing bleeding out. You spot him doing this and laugh, “I’m fine, it takes a lot more to kill me than some vampire bites.”

It fills him with relief to know you’ll be okay. He hasn’t ever gone that far before, giving into his vampire urges so easily. He had lost complete control tonight, but as scary as that is, he wants to experience that again.

No deer or cow will ever compare to the sweet taste of you.

Almost like reading his mind, you lean against the headboard and speak up, “If you see Jess, she’ll be able to book you in for a next time.” Your eyes glimmer with mischief and also promise. You want to be devoured by him again by any means necessary. 

Nodding, Jongseong begins to get dressed, using the wet cloths provided by the club to clean his face of any blood. It’s a shame that all that beautiful red nectar going to waste.

“What if I don’t come back?” he teases, a smirk gracing his beautiful face as he turns to you.

“You will, they always do.”

[anemptypuddingcup]

Strawberries an’ Cream.

Luffy x Female Reader!

I did not intend for the fic to be this long, but I love Luffy so much that I made this fic extremely long. Sorry if you can’t read it in one sitting, but I sure do hope you enjoy it!

Contains: Luffy’s birthday! Somewhat Modern AU. Semi-rough yet relaxing birthday sex with Luffy. Food play (Whipped cream, strawberries & strawberry cake). When I say food play, I MEAN FOOD PLAY. Masturbation in the beginning. Fingering. Pussy eating. Blowjob. 69. Sticky & semi-rough sex. Reverse cowgirl to Doggy style. Full Nelson to Spooning. Multiple rounds. Use of Gear Five. Color of dialogue changes once Luffy goes into Gear 5. Just a long fic of birthday sex for Luffy. This fic is so damn long y’all-

You sat there nervously as your mind began to run rampant with negativity, a shaky sigh slowly spilling past your lips while you played at the little lace of your cutesy-red lingerie. Luffy had texted you saying that he was on the way back home, he was out celebrating his birthday with his friends while you decided to stay home and go with your plans.

The entire house smelt of strawberried sugar and the scent was especially thick deep within your shared bedroom. You were sitting there in front of the sweet fruity food items while you waited for Luffy to come home, your mind occasionally brewing with doubt while you sat there and stared at the plastic container of strawberries.

You had strawberries and three cans of whipped cream lined up along your bed, not only that but you had a big box full of strawberry cake in front of you as well. You wanted Luffy to have fun with your body tonight and yet you still felt rather conflicted and unsure about the idea. You’d sometimes think that maybe sex was way too…plain of a gift for Luffy. You both always have sex every once in a while, your mind felt that maybe it was getting too old and cliche of a gift for him.

Yet at the same time, thinking of food play always clouded your mind and made your body hot when it came to your boyfriend who loved to eat.

You even remembered a time where he’d joked about eating food off of your body or eating you all together. The thought of him eating whipped cream or cake off of your body causes you to shudder and gasp out all sweetly while your face grew a deep shade of red. Your fingers slide between your legs and you mewl out as you began playing at your slit, sliding your fingers through your folds while you thought of him eating food off of your body.

You moan out softly and rubbed sensual circles against your clitoris, your toes twitching as you relished in the pleasure provided by your own fingertips. Your other hand reaches up for your breast and you played with the soft mound while you played with your pussy.

“Oh Luffyyy~ Mmhh~ I-I can’t wait for you to come home...” You whispered out desperately to yourself and continued to tease at your slit, your body growing impatient and needy for your boyfriend to just come home and take his affection.

The sound of the front door slamming causes you to snap back into reality before you shoot up from your soft pillows and stare at your bedroom door.

It fell silent for a few moments before his voice was finally heard through the door.

“Baby!? Baby, m’home! Is she even hereee…?” You jolt as you heard his voice echo outside of your bedroom door, his footsteps down the hallway growing closer which causes your heart to start racing from the anticipation and slight excitement. You hear him sigh out heavily and walk up to your bedroom door before he’d grab the doorknob, the knob slowly turning before the door had finally opened up.

Luffy walks in and looks up at you before he pauses, his eyes scrolling up and down your body before he smiles and licks his lips. “Baby~ There ya are~ I thought ya won’ gonna be home for m’birthday tonight…” He hummed happily, his feet slowly walking up the the bed before he slides down onto the mattress and onto his stomach.

His hands reached out to you and grips the soft flesh of your thigh, playing at the lace of your thigh-high as his eyes fluttered at your beautiful body before him. “Look at cha, all dolled up f’me~ Ya must be m’gift that m’recievin’~” His fingers reaches up and played at your soft strands, his words and contact making you blush while your heart began to flutter from his contact.

His nose immediately picks up a sudden stronger whiff of strawberries and he stared down at the food in front of you before his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Oooh! Strawberries!” Luffy’s smile grew wider and he reached his hand out and grabs a strawberry. You stared down at him and watched as he rolled his tongue along the strawberry while staring up into your eyes all mischievously. He hums out and swallows the strawberry in one bite, his brows raising as he noticed you growing more flustered.

“What’s all this for baby?~ All this f’just me?~”

“Mhmm! I-It’s for you Luffy~ Happy Birthday!~”

“All this, includin’ ya body too?~”

His hand slowly trails up in between your legs, making you gasp out while your body jolted unconsciously from his touch. He sighs out hungrily before he grabs your legs and pulled you down towards him, a groan leaving his lips as he looks up into your eyes with slight lust. His hands cups your face and he gives you a deep kiss while he smiled. “Lookin’ all cute f’me…I shoulda just stayed home w’ya…” His hands trailing up your soft skin and fiddling at the lingerie you wore.

“Then that would’ve spoiled your surprise Luffy…I-I thought that maybe…you’d want to do something a little different this time..”

“I’ll love anythin’ ya plan out f’me baby, it doesn’ matter what it’d be~” He peppered a smooch to your neck and nuzzled up against you, trying to comfort you and assure you that he was fine with whatever you provided. You hum out at his touches and pulled him closer to you, happy that he was accepting of any gift you wanted to give.

He sighs out and continued groping and touching your body, your skin soft like silk beneath his rough and scarred fingertips.

“S’pretty~ Been waitin’ f’me to come home all night, haven’ ya?~” He asked, his lips pressing kisses against your thighs before he lapped at your skin. A blush spreads across your face and you giggled softly before you’d press your hand against the softness of his strands. “I’ve been waiting for you all evening Luffy~” You responded back to him with a honey-coated tone, your words making him smirk while he slowly got up onto his knees and got closer to you.

“M’sorry baby…I ain’ mean t’keep ya waitin’ this long~” He whispered to you, moving in closer to your face before he’d finally press his lips against yours and give you deep and loving kiss. You moan out as his tongue enveloped yours, his hands gripping your shoulders and pulling you in against him. You wrap your arms and legs around him, gripping his shirt tightly while he breathed and gasped out into your lips.

“Ahhhh~ Luffy~” You mewl out and pulled away from his semi-chapped lips, his breaths heavy while he stared into your eyes all dreamily. “Dumplin’…” He sighed out, his head resting against your shoulder while his arm wrapped around your waist. You slowly sat up and look over towards the cake box’s before giggling. “Wanna look at your little present? It’s sitting right there~” You said all teasingly, pointing to the white box that sat there on the bed in front of you both. His eyes flickered to you and back to the box before he smiles and began pulling his clothes off.

He began slipping his shirt and baggy jeans off, a groan leaving him as he struggled to get them off. You helped pull his shirt off as he kicked off his jeans, his arms going up while you slide the shirt above his head and off of his body. He flops back onto the bed and scoots closer to you before looking down at the big white box.

“What’s in ‘ere?” He asked you, tilting his head out of curiosity and looking into your eyes while you looked down at it. You smile to him and chuckle softly before giving him a smooch on his cheek. “Open it and see love.~” You tell him, his tone making his smile before he reached out for the box. He grabs the box and opens it, a whiff of cake and frosting filling his nose and making him shudder with excitement. He stared down at the cake, reading the words Happy Birthday Luffy in cursive font while it was coated in white buttercream frosting from top to bottom.

He picks off one of the strawberries off of the cake before eating it, humming out all lovingly at the flavors of the frosting and strawberry melting in his mouth. “Fuck it’s s’good!~ Sho yummy!~” He hums out, still munching while he spoke to you.

“I asked Sanji to make it for you…” You say all sweetly, staring to to his eyes while he hums out at the scent of the sugary frosting and cake.

“All f’me huh?~ Thanks baby~” He gives you a little smooch before he wraps his arms around your body, cooking them around you and pulling you in for a heartwarming hug. You mewl out and nuzzle against him, watching as he finished chewing.

“Well, what’s ya plan w’all this..?” He asked you, tilting his head and quirking a brow while you suddenly froze from his question. You hesitated to speak but you sign out and spoke softly to him.

“Well…I wanted you to…um…”

“Y’want me t’eat it off of ya, don’cha?”

You blink innocently and nodded shyly, his lips tugging into a smirk before he went grabbing a can of whipped cream. He uncoils his arms form you and softly shoves you down into your soft fluffy pillows.

A mewl leaves you as he reached out and groped your breasts, his fingertips playing at your softened buds and making them grow harder at his touch. “M’gonna eat everythin’ off ya~ An’ then I’ll eat ya right after~” He whispers to you, his voice making you tremble while you spread your legs open for him. He shakes the can of whipped cream and moves in closer to you, his finger pressing the button and spraying the fluffy sugary topping out onto your breasts and nipples.

He hums out and begins suckling on your nipples, sucking the whipped cream off of them while you moan out shakily. Feeling his tongue rolling along your sensitive and softened buds makes you tremble beneath him while your hand reached up and grabbed his raven curls. He hums out and licks his lips, his other hand rubbing down between your legs and teasing your slit while he ate the whipped cream off of your breasts.

“S’sticky already ain’cha?~ Ya that horny f’me dumplin’?~” He laughed at you, watching as your face contorted from his tongue rolling and slobbering over your nipples. A gasp leaves you as he pinches your clit softly, his teeth grazing against your nipple before he bit it softly. “L-Luffy~ Kyah!~ D-Don’t bite themmm~” You whined, your words making his lips curl up before he looks up at your desperate expression.

“Aww, why not baby?~ Doesn’ it feel good when I bite ‘em?” He bites down a tad bit harder onto your semi-softened buds and your body jumps while you wrap your arms around his temple. You pulled his head deeper into your breasts and you indulged in the feeling of his teeth grazing and biting your nipples.

He moved his hand up to his lips and runs his fingertips along his tongue, tasting your sticky slick and looking up into your eyes. He reaches over and grabs a strawberry with his other hand, the taste of the whipped cream still lingering on your nipples and skin if your breasts. He pushes the strawberry up against your nipple while he ran his sticky fingertips back along your slit, slowly stuffing his digits deep inside of you and stretching your velvet walls open.

You lift your hips up a bit and moan out suddenly as his fingers curls up deep inside of you, smooching your bundle of nerves and possibly reaching closer to your cervix. While he tended to your cunt, he continuously rubbed a strawberry up against your nipple, his mouth latching onto the other while he mewls. “L-Luffy~ Mmgh~ This f-feels nice~” You mewled out and squirmed beneath his larger frame, his fingers thrusting faster inside of your pussy while he chuckled against your breast.

He huffs out and pulls away suddenly, a string of saliva tearing from your breast and your lips. You whine out in displeasure and he smiles before shushing you, his smile all sweet yet mischievous. “‘Ere, lemme eat ya pussy~ Wanna see how it taste with th’cream~” He says, eating the strawberry that he rubbed against your body. You nodded and watched as he gets on his back, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hips before he yanked you closer to him.

You squeak a bit before looking down to Luffy, his eyes giving you a bit of a snarky stare as he trailed his tongue along his lips. He sprays a bit of whipped cream into his tongue and tosses the can to you. You grabbed the hem of his boxers and slowly pull them down, a mewl leaving you as his cock pops out while he hisses in out response. You slowly sprayed a bit of whipped cream out onto his tip and he watched as you began taking in most of his length past your softer lips.

“Fuck, you look s’fuckin’ sexy, eatin’ the cream off my dick like that~” He hisses out, watching as you slowly and softly bobbed your head up and down softly along his girthy length. He begins suckling at your slit, licking at your entrance with enthusiasm while the whipped cream enhanced the flavor of your cunt. You moan out against his length as he eats your pussy out hungrily, groaning out as he swirled his tongue along your sticky hole.

He slowly pushes his tongue past your entrance and you moan out shakily, your hips moving in soft motions unconsciously against his tongue while you took his length deeper down your throat. He groans out and stuffs his tongue deep inside of you, his tongue nudging up against your bundle of nerves while you let out a muffled gasp.

Luffy groans into your pussy, his fingers scratching against your hips as he enjoyed the feeling of your soft lips around his length. He slowly bucks his hips up into your face while he pulled your hips farther onto his face. A soft and erotic squeak left you while you felt his tongue wriggling deep inside do your cunt, your velvety walls squeezing around his tongue while you arched your back.

You lift your head and gasp out to Luffy, your hips grinding up against his face while one of his hands reaches around your hip. He runs his finger against your pussy, rubbing rough circle along your clit while your trembled above him. “F-Fuck Luffy~ I’m gonna cum i-if you keep doing that~” You whined out to him, a chuckle leaving him as he listened to you moan angelically.

“Cmon an’ cum then~ Jus’ keep suckin’ me off till ya do~” He huffs out, his tongue stretching out inside of you and nudging harder into your g-spot. You whine it and lie your head against his hip, your hand stroking his cock as you struggled to stay still and composed. You rolled your tongue along his tip while he squirmed a bit, his cock twitching within your hand and against your tongue while you couldn’t help but to tighten around his tongue either.

You pulled his length back inside of your mouth and he gasps out beneath you, his tip repeatedly kissing the back of your throat as he thrust his cock up deep and hard inside of your mouth. His groans and heavy breathing slowly grew into moans as he melted beneath your body, the flavor of your pussy and the pleasure of your mouth around his cock causing him to grow all fidgety beneath you.

You hear him gasp out and feel his cock twitch against against your tongue and a sweet little mewl leaves your throat, your moans all muffled while you enjoyed the feeling of cock sliding in and out of your throat. “Ahhh~ M’so fuckin’ close!~” He gasps out into your pussy, his eyes rolling up while his thighs began to close around your head.

He drags your hips along his mouth and continuously wriggled his tongue deep within your cunt, his tongue repeatedly kissing your sweet spot and making you whine out and shudder above him. Your face contorts and you gasp out before your body trembles harshly against him. You lift your head and gasp out as a bit of saliva spills past your lips.

“Fuckkk! Fuck Luffy- M-M’coming!~”

“Cum on m’fuckin tongue baby!~ Fuck- M’gonna cum too!~”

Luffy wraps his arms tight around your waist and you grip his hips tightly, your head movements going just a bit faster while Luffy stretched his hand around your hip once to rub circles at your clit. You let out a muffled whine before you pulled his length from your throat a final time, your hand jerking him off while he gasped out beneath you.

“Hah~ B-Babyyy!~ M-M’gonna!” He cries out and throws his head back, his hips thrusting up against your hand while he hugs your hips all tightly and laps at your slit. You wriggled above him and jerked his cock faster, feeling it pulsate and twitch in your palm. “S-Shit! B-Baby!~ Hah!~” He gasps heavily beneath you and arches his back before he cums, his cock spurting his hot seed out into your hands and getting a bit onto your face.

He sighs out in relief and continues suckling and lapping at your cunt, causing you to mewl out and softly grind your hips against his face. He slowly stuffs his tongue back inside of you, stretching your walls open and kissing your g-spot once again. He groans out and pinches at your clit, trying to pull your orgasm from you and make sure you climax as well. You shudder against him and whine out, slowly throwing your head back while he snickered into your cunt.

“L-Luffy!~ Mmhhhh~ L-Luffyyyy~” You moan out shakily and arch your back before creaming onto his tongue, a heavy gasp leaving your lips while your toes curled in ecstasy. Luffy moans out as he felt you creaming around his tongue and he slowly removes his tongue from deep inside of you before he licked his lips. You moan out exhaustively and slowly lifted your hips from his face, a string of slick and cum disconnecting from his lips while he groans out all sweetly. He inhaled deeply and sat up, his head looking down towards you while you lied there all weakly.

He chuckles and reaches out for the box of cake and grabs a slice, his hand moving it closer to your body before he rubbed the sticky cake and frosting onto your skin. He crumbles it onto the middle of your tummy and he bit his lip while lowering his head closer to your midsection.

As you lied there recovering from your orgasm, he began eating the cake and frosting off of your skin. You moan out shakily at the feeling of his semi-chapped lips against your body, and began squirming just a bit.

You feel him crumble a bit more cake onto the valley of your breasts, pushing them open slightly before he’d ate and lapped up the strawberry cake and vanilla buttercream frosting.

“Hahh~ S’good~ Ya make the cake taste even better baby~” He giggled shakily, his lust-filled eyes looking up into yours while he stretched his tongue and lapped along your skin with heavy hungry groans. You mewl out and watched as he eats the cake up off of your skin, his teeth biting and nipping at your at your skin while his eyes stayed glaring seductively up at you.

You feel his arm snake up around you and squeeze around your body, a groan leaving you as you moved around a bit within his grasp. He pulls you up and press his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily while a mewl left his lips. You shut your eyes softly felt his body growing hotter against yours while his hands squeezed tight at your body. You feel him trail his tongue along the skin of your neck, sighing out heavy breaths while his nails scratched at your skin.

“Ahhh~ Fuck, y’so fuckin’ tasty~” He groans out, his lips continually pressing smooched along your skin whilst marking it up with bites and hickeys. He hissed out before a heavy groan spilled past his lips, his hands beginning to pat and beat at his chest while he breathed all heavily.

A wave of strong energy and lightning began flashing and you covered your eyes before hearing Luffy laughing all playfully

His hair slowly began to turn all white and fluffy like sugary frosting whilst he hums out and looks down at you with a smile. His body bounces around and he snickers before he stretched his arms out to you and grab your shoulders softly. You open your eyes and immediately feel Luffy pulling you into his arms, his face all cheery as he hugs you so tight.

Luffy smushes his lips back against yours and he mewls out while he wrapped his legs tightly around your hips, moaning out as his rough hands ran up along the soft skin of your back. “M-More, wan’ ya~” He groans out shakily to you, his hips now growing all fidgety against yours with a whine.

You chuckled into his lips, his rosy eyes staring into yours all needily while he begins grinding his hips up into yours. His hardened cock grinds up against your lower abdomen and you moan out at his warmth before wrapping your arms tight around his larger frame and squeezing him.

You hum out at his body heat while he smirks and stared at you with his half-lidded rose quartz eyes, his tongue sliding along his slightly-chapped lips before he pressed his lips against yours softly once again. He chuckles and peppers extra kisses against your face before pulling you onto his hips, his tongue sticking out while he smiled at you so widely.

His hands played at the fat of your ass and you hum out before looking down at him. “Wan’ ya t’ride m’dick~ Think ya can do it f’me?~” He asked, staring up at you while his fingers teased at your skin. You smile all sweetly and turn your body around for Luffy, giving him a clear and pretty view of your bottom while he smiled with satisfaction.

You ran your slit along his cock repeatedly while he hissed out shakily, his hand gripping your hips while he watched you slowly hump against his length. You lift your hips and look down at his shaft, his cock sticking up and twitching eagerly while a bead of precum prodded past his tip. Luffy held on to your hips and slowly pressed them down against his cock, his tip kissing your entrance while you hummed out eagerly.

“Ready f’me?~” He asked you, quirking a swirled white and thick brow to you a while he stared into your eyes. You mewled out softly and nodded to him but he slaps your ass in response, forcing a squeak out of you in surprise. “I wancha t’tell me that ya ready baby~ Can ya tell me that ya ready?~” He hums out, smirking mischievously at you while you pouted. “I-I’m ready Luffy~” You moaned shakily, making him smile in response.

“Good gal~” He held your hips and slowly lowered you down onto his cock, the stretch providing more wonderful pleasure than pain. He groans out and his brows furrowed as he enjoyed your walls squeezing and sucking him deep inside. He quickly pushes the rest of his cock deep inside of you, his length kissing your cervix and making you whine out all loud and breathily.

“Fuck, s’tight ain’cha?~ M’gonna fuck ya pussy s’good baby~” He hums out, his hands now lifting your hips and bringing back down repeatedly, fucking your pussy steadily yet at the same time somewhat roughly. You moan out as your eyes shut softly, your sweet and loving noises making Luffy smirk while he thrusted up into your pussy with force yet love. Your hips unconsciously began to move against his cock as your body yearned for more, that thick and lengthy cock of his kissing every spot so wonderfully with every thrust he gave.

Luffy sat up just a bit and wrapped his arms around your midsection before he’d began thrusting into your pussy. Soft yet heavy moans left his lips as he thrusted his hips hard yet fast into your pussy, his tongue sliding along the skin of your neck while he melted in the pleasure. “Fuck, ya feel s’good~ Wanna feel ya even m-more baby~” He whines out, reaching his face towards yours while you whine out all sweetly for him. He pressed his face hard up against yours, squishing his cheek while he gripped your face to turn towards him.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~ You can feel as much of me for long as you want to~” You hum out to him, pressing a sticky smooch to his lips while he moaned out and kisses you even more. His hips slowly came to a stop as he made out with you, indulging in the taste of your lips and tongue while his cock was still stuffed deep inside of you. You feel him move his hands from your hips to your breasts, massaging and playing with them while you enjoyed his lovable touches.

He pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva spilling past them before he gives you one last kiss and smiles to you. He hugs you all tight and nuzzles his face into your neck, lapping at your skin and humming out sweetly while he breathed heavily against your skin. You mewl out as his contact, humming out while his cock had twitched deep inside of you.

“Love ya s’much…” He sighed out softly to you, his words making you smile and pull him closer to you. “I love you too baby…” You sigh to him, watching as his lips curled up into his loving and lovable smile. His hands runs back down to your hips and he groans out as he continues thrusting into your pussy.

“‘Ere, get down f’me. Wanna fuck ya from behind~” He breathes out heavily, his hands softly laying you down as you got down on all fours. You mewl out shakily and arch your back for him as he pulled your hips back into his, his thrusts deep and smooching your sweet spot while you mewl out shakily.

A heavy groans left his lips as he began to go rather fast, his cock continuously stretching your walls out with each thrust he gave to you. “Cmon baby~ Squeeze me tighter! Tighten ya pussy up!” He says, his hand slapping your ass and making you yelp out shakily and tighten around him automatically. You held on tight to your sheets and rested your head against into your arms, a song of moans just spilling out of your lips like a waterfall as Luffy’s girth massaged and stimulated your walls.

“Luffy~ I-I’m close~” You say all breathily, your eyes looking back at him while he chuckles at your adoring expression. “Alreadyy?~ Ya such a sensitive gal, ain’cha dumplin’?” He teased, his hand gripping your face while he bent over your body and stuffs his cock deeper inside of your needy cunt. You feel his chest press up against your arched back while he grinds his cock deep inside do you.

You shudder against him and turned your head to him while he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deep while his cock repeatedly went in and out of your pussy with ease. You could feel your pussy growing sticky with slick as it drooled around Luffy’s cock, aching and yet seemingly begging for so much more of him. You could feel your walls beginning to pulsating while they fluttered around his thick length, indicating how close you were to creaming around him.

You gasp out into his lips while his nails scratched at your hips, gripping them tight and making sure he kept going at a steady yet fastened pace and to keep you balanced. “Hah~ I feel ya twitchin’, close ta cummin’ ain’cha?” He asked, his eyes staring into yours as if he was getting high off of your expressions and pleasure. You nodded to him and sigh out heavily, shutting your eyes softly while your nails dug into your sheets.

You couldn’t help but to throw your head back and bite your bottom lip, your body feeling as if it was on cloud nine as it began suffocating in it’s arousal and ecstasy. You could feel your body growing weak and tensing up as it braced for your orgasm, your breathing growing deep and heavy as you cursed to yourself in pleasure.

“Fuck!- Fuck!~ L-Luffy, I-I’m creaming!~” You gripped the sheets and gasped out angelically, your eyes shutting tightly as you finally release and gush out onto your sheets. You squirted a bit more before gasping for air, your body already growing weak and out of breath from how hard Luffy went on you. Luffy moans out as he watched you unfold beneath him, your body slowly sliding and lying down onto the bed while his grip on your hips loosens up.

Your mouth opens and lets out the sweetest moans of ecstasy as you lied there and and grew delicate and sensitive around Luffy’s cock. You were unresponsive and that gave Luffy time to indulge himself in another slice of his birthday cake while his cock was still buried deep within that snug pussy of yours. He slowly ran a hand up your back and you melted at his touch, your voice all shaky as you enjoyed the feeling of his hot yet rough hand sliding up along your soft skin of your back.

He rubs his fingers behind your ear to soothe you and you mewl out and shudder from his contact, making him smile as he enjoyed the sight of you folding at his touch. He finished up his slice of cake rather fast and he ate there remaining frosting off of his lips before he look back to you.

He reaches his and out and grips the straps of your lingerie before yanking you up from the bed, making you squeak out in surprise and turning to look at him shortly after. He giggled and wiped crumbs off of his cheek, his eyes staring into yours which happened to be half-lidded and somewhat sleepy looking.

“Cmon baby, I ain’ done w’ya yet~ It ain’ fun if we only go one roun’~” He snickered, his hand rubbing at your lower tummy while he’d lay his chin against your shoulder. You whine out shakily and felt his fingers rubbing at your slit, feeling your slick and cum spilling out onto his fingers and making them sticky.

He falls onto his back and rests up against the pillows before pulling you down into his body, his hands spreading your thighs open and teasing at your clit while you gasp out from the sensitivity.

Your hand grabs at his forearm and you bent your leg up a bit as you watched him rub and tease at your slit, his lips pressing up against the soft skin of your neck while you whimper out sweetly to him. “Gonna let me fuck ya ‘gain?~ Pleaseee?~” He hums out, his lips pressing smooches against your cheek and lips while you enjoyed the feeling of his sticky fingers playing at your pussy.

“Yes Luffy, may you please?…I want to feel more of you~” You pleaded, pouting to him while he hissed out from your adorable facial expression. “Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that~ M’fuckin’ pretty baby~” He hisses out shakily, his cock still hard and prodding from your adorable body and sweetened gestures. His arms wraps underneath your knees and he pulls your legs up high to the point where your ankles were near past your head.

You gasp out as you felt his hot and sticky tip rubbing against your slit, his hips grinding and running his cock along your cunt while he bites his bottom lip and groaned out. He doesn’t waste another second sliding his cock back inside of you, the angle already deep and hard inside of your pussy and kissing at your cervix. Your toes curled as you watched him slide in and out of your pussy, his groans and breaths heavy as he thrust up into your pussy.

Feeling your walls suck him in makes him huff heavily with delight while he sighs out in adoration. His hands began to roam along your body again, feeling along your soft skin while he felt heaven enveloping his shaft. He could feel your pussy melting from his thrusts, the continuous cervix kisses making you whine out while you hum out.

Luffy reaches over for the strawberries again and he grabs one and begins teasing your clit with it, making you yelp out in slight surprise. “L-Luffy!~ D-Don’t put t-that down there!~” You whined all embarrassingly, not really used to any type of fruit being down there. As if the whipped cream wasn’t already bad enough for you both, Luffy wanted to take it a step further and just play with your body with the food.

He couldn’t help but to smirk at the thought of stuffing a strawberry inside of your pussy

He circles the strawberry around your clitoris, the texture of the strawberry oddly providing pleasure for you and making your toes twitch out at the weird sensation. He continues thrusting up into your fluttering pussy, his hand throwing the strawberry into his mouth while he moaned out at the taste of your slick coating the strawberry and giving it an extra flavor alongside the sweetened tart.

He slammed his hips up into yours while he bites at your ear, growling out while his cock began twitching inside of you. You gasp and threw your head back, his thrusts causing you to see stars while he knocked the wind out of your lungs. Luffy’s holds your body lovingly as he felt himself growing closer, his groans growing louder and more airy his thrusts grew unrhythmic and rather sloppy.

“Fuck- Ya jus’ too cute f’me dumplin’~ L-Love ya so so much~” He moans out into your ear, his body flipping you over onto your side and curling up against yours affectionately. Sweet mewls left your lips as he spooned you and kept his body pressed up tight against yours. “I love you m-more Luffy~ I love you so much moree~” You professed to him with love singed into your words, shutting your eyes softly as your face twisted so easily from his cock frequently yet sloppily kissing your sweetest spots.

“Hah~ M’so close~ Can I cum inside baby?~” Luffy huffs out heavily to you, the tone in his question rather submissive and begging as he stared down into your eyes. “O-Of course you can! P-Please do Luffy!~” You pleaded, wincing while you began to curl up uncontrollably within his warm and tight embrace.

He sighs out and smooches at your neck and up along your face, suckling at your skin while an exhausted groan left him. “S-Shit- M’gonna baby~ M’gonna~” He holds your hips in place and thrust at a desperately fast pace, chasing after your high and his for the both of you. “C-Cum Luffy~ Please cum deep inside of me Luffy~” You threw your head back and held on tight to his arms, his hand waffling onto yours while he kept his lips against your skin.

“Ah~ M-Mmmmh~ M’cummin’ babyy~” He chokes out a groan and threw his head back as his body shudders harshly against yours, his teeth clenching tight out of pleasure as he finally releases deep inside of your pussy. You sigh out all angelically and gripped onto his forearm tightly, your pussy releasing and gushing out onto the sheets again and around Luffy’s length once again. Relief immediately fell onto the both of you as you sigh out in unison, your body softly relaxing onto your bed and unconsciously growing all drowsy.

Luffy presses his lips against yours, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulled away and rested his body against yours. His hair ceased floating as slowly shifted back into his original fluffy curls, his body lying down onto the bed before he pulled you into his embrace and held on to you tight. His hand rubbed at your hips, soothing you while you stared into his dreamy jet black eyes.

“Ya th’best thing I could ever ask for…” He says to you, smiling at your face all innocently as he fell in love with your satisfied expression. You giggle at his words and give him another kiss,

“You’ll always be the best to me Luffy~” You smiles, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and hugging him so lovingly. He blushes deeply at your words and peppers a light smooch to your softer lips again before smirking and running his fingers through your strands. “Ya think we can finish up th’cake?~ Don’ wan’ it goin’ t’waste…” He asked, looking down into your eyes blankly as he asked you to help finish up his cake.

“It’s your birthday Luffy~ We can do whatever else you’d want~” You responded, slowly sitting up with a slight groan leaving you. His arms pulls you back down and kept your close while his hand stretches out for the cake box. He hands the box to you and you smiled before taking a slice out for him. “Here Luffy~” You hummed, waving the slice in his face while you mewls out at the sweet scent.

He takes a small bite and sighs out as the bite melts in his mouth, the flavors of the frosting and cake mixing together and making him groan out happily. “It’s good but…it tastes better eatin’ it offa ya body…” He pouts, looking down into your eyes as he finished eating the bite that he took. You smirked and smooched at his lips before he went back over for another bite.

“Lemme- Lemme eat it offa ya ‘gain baby…Pleaseeee?” He begged, his body rolling over yours while his eyes stared deep into yours blankly. You pinch at his cheek and stretched his skin before it snapped back, your hand stuffing the rest of his cake slice into his mouth.

“Hehe, if you want to Luffy~”

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Hey so uhh, it said requests are open so I'm gonna shoot my shot ig. I have this fic idea but I'm a shit writer so here it goes.

Alastor x reader but the concept is that the reader is Alastor's shadow.

Now, hear me out: Alastor is said to be a powerful demon since his manifestation in hell, we know that it takes demons quite some time to accumulate their power before they become overlords.

If "The Radio demon" was an alias was that operated between more that one person, then it would make sense as to why and how he rose to the top very quickly (assuming we ignore the fact he made a deal with someone).

That and Alastor's black appendages and shadows seem out of theme for a demon who's primary power is based on Radio.

As for how they met, it could go two ways. Either with Alastor, a man hungry for power, strikes his first deal with Shadow!Reader to get them to do his bidding. Or Shadow!Reader offering Alastor their services after realizing that he has a lot of potential. Either way, their partnership blooms into a sort of kinship between the two of them.

Do with this concept whatever you want with it, I just wanna get this concept out in the world in the hands of someone much more capable of writing than I am.

Enjoy!

A/N please always shoot your shot. this is such a fun idea,, thank you so much for entrusting it to me. I've decided just to write their meeting for now but may continue it later on. I hope you like it!!

The Thing (Alastor x Gn!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of cannibalism and the Donner party. I think that is it.

Word Count: 1,752

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There was a secret, one that no one knew, one that would tear the demon realm apart at its edges if anyone found out. The illusive Radio Demon and his shadow were, in fact, just that: the illusive Radio Demon and his shadow.

Y/n was master of the immaterial, shifting forms and shedding skins the way others change their clothes. When Alastor arrived in Hell, they had long since been established as one of the many demons to be aware of.

Rumor runs rampant everywhere but especially in Hell where in controls, combines, and divides. Y/n was just that, a rumor. Never the same face twice, never in the same place twice. No one even knew their name, simply referring to them as the thing or the hunger. They snatched sinner's souls from their grasps and devoured them whole. An urban legend, a ghost story only here, all the ghosts were real.

Alastor was as observant in death as he had been in life, it didn't take him long to catch sight of the shadow. Though he had only been in Hell a few days when it had first appeared, he could tell it had nefarious intent.

The thing was a good actor, almost good enough to fool him. It lay in the reality of his own shadow, following his moves perfectly. However, no one is perfect and every once in a while, there would be a little slip. The first one which had caught Alastor's attention was when he had taken a step forward and it had gone the wrong way, quickly righting itself and following after the mistake.

Alastor pretended not to have noticed, but he remembered. He lay in wait for another such occurrence. It was not until two days later, when his shadow gave him four hands rather than two with no apparent explanation such as an odd angle to the sun or another body near him, that his thesis was confirmed. There was, in fact, something following him.

It stuck like glue to the heels of his shoes. Alastor was quiet, Alastor schemed. He had trapped it in a pure white room which he had fixed lightbulbs in from all sides. When he had turned on the lights, he had turned on them, arms crossed and foot tapping expectantly.

The shadow had looked this way and that, searching for a place to hide. When they realized it was no use, they had pulled themselves from the floor into three dimensions and faced him head on.

"Who are you?" Alastor had asked before quickly reevaluating his question, "What are you?"

It moved like liquid in the air, twisting and dissolving at its edges. Bubbles, or what was almost bubbles, what looked like bubbles, rose to the surface of it's body and as they popped, a demon began to take the shadow's place.

"I am everything."

They were many voiced. When they spoke, it sounded like a crowd of people saying the same thing in unison. Alastor stared at the demon, unamused. They were a full person now, about a head shorter than him and seemingly very calm considering he had them trapped. Then again, Alastor had only been in Hell a few weeks by this point, not nearly enough time to work up the sort of reputation he was hoping for.

"Is that a bad pickup line?" Alastor asked, "Am I supposed to ask what you mean and you'll say something like 'I could be everything to you?'"

The demon raised their eyebrows, shaking their head.

"It is the truth."

A tense silence fell between the pair. Alastor broke it with a sigh, rubbing his temples in irritation. He hadn't really known what to expect from this endeavor save an event to break up the monotony of his days. The demon was not delivering.

"Yeah, alright."

"Who are you?"

"You've been following me for what, two weeks? And you don't know?"

The demon shrugged.

"I was trying to be polite. It has been a while since I have spoken to anyone."

"Sure. Well," Alastor turned to the door, pulling a skeleton key from his pocket, "this has been interesting. Enjoy eternity alone in a well lit room."

Alastor opened the door. The demon made no move to follow him out of the room, no move to escape. They simply watched him in curiosity, their head tilted slightly to one side. Alastor hesitated, his body blocking the exit and his back towards them. He watched them over his shoulder as a thin black smoke seemed to emanate from the outline of their body.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

An empty threat, barley even a threat to be honest. Alastor stepped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Once he was sure it was locked, he slipped the key back into his pocket. He made to leave, intending to go out on the town in a desperate attempt to find entertainment. Barley two steps forward, and shadows began to pool on the floor before his feet, blocking Alastor's path.

He watched in a mild interest as the demon pulled themselves from the shadows, taking on a different face than they had worn in the room. Now they were broader, taller, stronger. They looked mean.

"I told you."

"Is this what you meant when you said you were everything?"

The demon nodded once. Their wide eyes were unblinking, unchanging, as their form mutated again. A spider demon now with many arms and a lanky figure. Alastor raised his eyebrows.

"So, you let me catch you."

"I was bored. No one ever notices me until it is too late, except you."

"I find that hard to believe. You were easy to spot."

The demon's eyes widened slightly at this, something similar to surprise but halfway to fear.

"Like I said, Alastor the interesting." they mused after a moment.

Alastor bowed his head slightly in recognition of the title.

"I could take your soul, destroy you. Why were you so willing to risk all that? Surely a bit of entertainment can't be worth that much to you."

He was trying to get a gage on the creature, and he knew they could tell. It was a mild threat, one he couldn't follow through on even if he wanted to. Sure, he could maim the creature, cause it great pain, but beyond leaving them formless for a few days tops he was powerless. He knew that, but he didn't know if they did. Either way, the situation would play out to his advantage. It would either give him more information, or the upper hand.

They considered the situation for a moment before answering. Alastor couldn't figure out if it was because of their interest in him, for fear of him, or some third, other undefined motivation. No matter what it was, he didn't care. This was the most engaged he had felt in weeks.

"You aren't an overlord. You can't make a contract."

"And you are?"

"No."

"Too weak?" Alastor teased and the demon glared at him.

"Far from it. I don't like being seen."

"But you're letting me see you."

"I am allowing you to see a face. It is not mine."

Alastor fell silent. He had figured that the demon before him didn't have a true form, or if they did, that it was shadow. Things were becoming curiouser by the second. He was no longer regarding his attempts to trap the demon as a waste of time.

"So, you want power but anonymity. Those things don't go hand in hand."

"I know. You want fame and lack the power. Another unmatched set."

Alastor's ear twitched at that, displeasure running through his veins and clouding his sight. His hand tightened where he held his microphone.

"I have power enough."

"What use is a Radio Demon with nothing to broadcast?"

"Are you suggesting a deal?"

The demon smiled a smile that was too big for the face it wore. Alastor had to admit, they were unsettling. He understood the rumors.

"I've heard of your... reputation shall we say? But if you think I will trust someone who's face I have never even seen, you are dead wrong."

"Was that a joke?" the demon tentatively asked after a moment.

"Not on purpose but I supose so."

The thing seemed to roll the idea over in their mind as their form changed once again, this time becoming a demon with the body of a shark. They seemed not even to notice they were changing as their eyes flicked back to Alastor's.

"You want information. Then you will be open to the idea of a partnership."

"This was your goal all along, a partnership as you put it."

A statement, not a question. The demon smiled, their eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh, was it now. At least I had an end goal to this little... situation."

Alastor scoffed, looking away. They were right. He had come up with no ideas past capturing the thing that had been following him. He was in the dark. They had everything figured out.

"Show me your real face. Then we can talk."

"Alastor Hartifelt. Died 1933. Louisiana famed radio host and serial killer cut down in his prime by a hunter who mistook him for a deer."

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"Not at all."

The demon shifted once again. It took them longer to find form this time, remaining as a black cloud for a few moments before at last settling on an almost human body. They were shorter than he had expected, smaller too and decked out in what seemed to be colonial dress. They held a hand out to him.

"Y/n L/n. Died 1846. Newly wed and member of the Donner party."

"Cannibalism." Alastor mused, gently taking their hand in his.

He had expected them to be cold, immaterial. He had expected his hand to slide right through theirs. Instead, the demon, Y/n, was warm and solid to the touch, just like anyone else. They smiled, mouth full of needles.

"We all take what we are given."

"I suppose."

Y/n dropped his hand and crossed their arms. Despite their stature, they radiated authority and poise. It was almost impressive.

"If you will be the face, I will be the force."

"No soul binding."

"I couldn't if I wanted to. Not an overlord."

Alastor looked them up and down. His smile grew.

"Not an overlord yet."

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[an-idyllic-novelist]

Lucifer Morningstar with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario in honor of Valentine’s Day

warning: aged up!reader [middle to late twenties], language, ooc, one-sided!Alastor x reader, possible spoilers from the first season of the 2024 show.

Hey guys, welcome to another Hazbin Hotel collaboration with @vikkirosko, starring Charlie's own goofy, duck-obsessed father, the King of Hell! Special thanks to @ladydoe8, and @illuminaresblog for their feedback so that I could write this fic in a timely manner before things got busy in the real world for me!

Just so everyone knows, the outfit depicted here is Jean’s ceremonial outfit from the game Genshin Impact, idea was courtesy of @illuminaresblog.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's see what our short king is up to ~!

Reblog to support content creators! ❤️

Lucifer is someone who believes in second chances now. 

Charlie had made something that had been impossible for the last ten thousand years possible, and he wanted to support her in any way he could. Thanks to him being an amazing, resourceful father they were able to rebuild the hotel in less than four months, and Alastor didn’t show up until they were finished. Ha! Take that, asshole! 

But what has made him the happiest he has felt in a long time is the opportunity to be close to his daughter again. He was not going to ruin it by being a coward and not speak to her unless it was convenient for him. She is more precious than anything or anyone in Hell. 

Don’t get him wrong, he is very happy that his little devil found someone that made her happy, but it was kinda awkward to see them being….intimate. That’s at least one other valid reason why he’s been coming to the greenhouse more often than isolating himself away in his living space of the hotel. It wasn’t healthy, and he couldn’t keep hiding himself from Hell forever after fighting Adam in the war. And why the greenhouse instead of the lobby bar, the rooftop balcony, or the parlor? Well, you were there. The hotel’s stoic groundskeeper, and one of the people who had been supportive of Charlie’s dream when he wasn’t around. 

You always knew the right words to say to her without sounding like a jerk. 

You would help out with creating group exercises, though some of your ideas were a little extreme.

 If someone needed some assistance with work around the hotel, you were there in the blink of an eye ready to help. 

You had fought against the exorcists to protect everyone, even at the cost of losing your prosthetic arms.  

You were a lot of things that he wasn’t. And he was a tiny bit jealous about it, even when you had never intended to make him, the King of Hell, jealous. That job was exclusively reserved for the Radio Demon. 

 He did think you would look a lot cuter if you smiled more often, and he has said this to you one afternoon as he sat on a wooden bench, watching you carefully remove the weeds from the flower beds. In that moment he thought he had fucked up. The words that spilled out of his mouth had pissed you off so much that you were quiet and did not even look at him over your shoulder. He felt his apple red cheeks burn with embarrassment as he stammered out an apology, trying to make amends when your calm voice broke through the awkward silence. 

You weren’t bothered by what he said. He was stating a fact that you’ve heard many times when you were alive. You explained to him that it was…difficult to express yourself for a long time. And in Hell, you couldn’t wear your emotions on your sleeve. It made you a target. To demonstrate your point, you slapped your cheeks and pulled the corners of your mouth upwards to create a smile, albeit a forced one. 

Lucifer had a good laugh that day, and the frazzled thoughts that ran rampant in his mind came to halt. You were a funny sinner. And definitely strange, but hey, so is he! Kind of. Okay, he definitely is, but who isn’t a little odd down here?

When he realized that you weren’t easily offended like the others, conversations between the two of you had gotten…well, better. He would ask you questions about the stuff you grew, and you answered without hesitation. When you asked him about his rubber ducky creations, he babbled about his latest one and you would give him an idea on how to improve. “Perhaps instead of spitting out fire and water after the back flip, what if you did flower petals instead?” You said to him one afternoon as you hoisted a heavy pot up from the shelf, carefully placing it down on the workbench. “You can use the ones I remove when I prune the roses, if you’d like. All I ask is to not take too many of them. I am using them in an experiment to make soaps for the rooms so that Charlie doesn’t spend too much money on acquiring cleaning items.”

Lucifer immediately took you up on the offer, smiling so widely that it almost hurt his face before hurrying back to his workshop. In a matter of hours, he was cradling a brand new ducky that did release blood-red petals and golden sparkles! The ingenious part of it all is that, instead of doing a backflip, all someone needed to do was push its chest and poof, magic! It was amazing, the audience loved it and he actually liked it too!

 Lilith used to pitch ideas on his creations…at least…until she left. He still missed her. She’s Charlie’s mother, and not even he knew where she was or what she has been doing for the past seven years. He could only hope that wherever she is….she is happy.  

Instead of throwing this little gem with the rest of the ones he’d been working on since moving into the hotel, he gave this little ducky to you. A token of his gratitude, their friendship, whatever you thought the gift was! He just wanted to thank you for giving him that spark of creativity he had been looking for. 

To this day, it sat on the corner of your workbench, glowing under the red light streaming through the stained glass windows and in pristine condition. It was obvious that you treasured his little creation and it made his heart flutter in a way it hadn’t in a very long time. Before he realized it, his conversations with you shifted to memories of the past. 

He would regale the tales of Creation, how he’d tease his fellow angels and outwit them with harmless little pranks or showered their meeting assemblies with sparkles and ideas that…that they rejected in favor of order and obedience. It still hurt, that no matter how much he wanted to shower humanity with goodness and free will, it seemed like bad things had happened ever since he gave Eve the Fruit of Knowledge. 

You told him about the Great War  and how you served as a soldier in the Leidenschaftlich Army under Major Gilbert Bougainvillea. You could not remember your age, but everyone assumed you had been ten after being enlisted. You were fourteen when the war ended, and the Major had died saving your life. You never understand what his final words meant, I love you, until you yourself had perished. Not from old age or disease or famine, as most humans were known to succumb to back then. You had died protecting your friends, the people you had come to know in your line of work as an Automemory Doll, from being blown to smithereens by an anti-peace faction. Although the war had been over, men like General Merkulov could not comprehend a world without war. When the assassination attempt on the envoy failed, the bridge had been rigged to explode. Together with Benedict, you were able to remove the bombs…but when the last one you removed, the one that took great effort to remove…you lost your remaining arm, then your balance, careening off the train and into the dark waters below. That was the thing you remembered before waking up down here. 

There were days when you wondered how everyone else was doing, if Cattleya and the Lieutenant were all right, if there were still Automemory Dolls helping others with writing letters when the clients themselves were not able to read, write, or had trouble putting the words on the page. But who knew much time had passed since then? All you could hope…is that they were still able to live long, happy lives and not mourn for your death.

Because in the end, you finally understood the Major’s last words. And you would no longer need to follow orders to live. 

It made Lucifer a little sad when you finished your tale, it sort of made him wonder how you ended up down here when technically sacrificing yourself to save others should have gotten you into Heaven. You thought about that as well, drawing to the conclusion that even if you had died valiantly, it did not change the fact that you had killed many men in the war. Perhaps the blood on your hands will always be there, and you would have to live with that knowledge for eternity. Or maybe…no one really knows how to get into Heaven, as Charlie had informed everyone before, after the disastrous meeting with the Seraphim. Either way, if you were given the choice of being redeemed and going to Heaven, or remaining down here with everyone, you would choose to be here, in the Hazbin Hotel. 

Just because there is such a thing as Paradise, that didn’t mean you could not find your own. And you had found Paradise, here, with everyone. The sinners who are your family. 

Your words left him speechless. He had given humans free will, and all he had seen was the bad, never the good. But to hear your story, and how you are truly happy in a place surrounded by brimstone and the streets crawling with psychopaths, made him realize that you had used his gift as it was intended to be used. To have passion, to find love in one another than wholly dedicating your everything to the Big G. 

This revelation might have been when he was starting to realize that he was starting to see you as more than a friend or someone who believed in Charlie's dream. He followed you around like a little duckling around the hotel, occasionally leaving small gifts at your door and mentally panicking if you’d like it or not, and using his magic to help with your work in the greenhouse. Moreover…he trusted you. He had never shared any of his stories with Charlie about Heaven because he didn’t want her to be crushed like he had been. Now? Well, his little girl is thriving. Which brought Lucifer back to reality when he realized that in less than a week is his daughter’s birthday and he had no idea what to get her for a gift. The last time he had gotten her anything was when she went through her rebellious phase, and all she wanted to do was stay in her room and listen to heavy metal music all day. 

He immediately went to the greenhouse, bursting through the double doors and calling out to you in a panic. Ironically he found you in the apple orchard, standing on a ladder. You were picking the ones that were ready to be eaten and placing them in a wicker basket on the ground. When you saw him, you carefully climbed down the ladder and asked him if everything was all right. No, it wasn’t okay! He was not okay! 

He explained his dilemma to you in a rush, the words tumbling from his mouth like a tidal wave until he felt your gloved hand on his shoulder. You looked at him long and hard, leading him to the bench to sit before pouring him a glass of lemonade from a thermos. You offered it to him, and half of your sandwich. You were starting to eat more food at regular intervals and taking breaks instead of working until your task was done. You were trying to take better care of yourself; if not as part of your redemption, then at least to not worry Niffty or Charlie. 

He did take the lemonade, but gave you back the sandwich, scolding you needed to eat properly if you were continuing to skip meals periodically. You had the grace to look ashamed, carefully placing it back in the tin lunch box. You promised him that you would eat after you heard him out. 

You listened to him carefully before offering your help. If purchasing a gift for Charlie is hard for him because he is still getting to know her…then you can help him create a special letter for a special occasion. After all, you were an Automemory Doll. It was your job to write the words to connect people, to bring them closure and be remembered. Lucifer blinked in surprise, asking if it was really all right to ask you to do something that…might still bring back painful memories of your past. 

You shook your head. “If it were as painful as you believed it might be, then I would not have said something. Besides,” Your mouth curved upwards into a small smile. “Charlie deserved nothing but the best for her special day, right?”

It took all of Lucifer’s self control to not hug you right then and there. He could still make things work between him and Charlie, he can still be a good father!

Once you had eaten your lunch as you had promised, you asked him to meet you on the rooftop  in an hour. You needed to wrap everything up here in the greenhouse, eat, and grab your Remington typewriter. Charlie was still trying to figure out what to do with the space, but right now there was a table with some chairs up there. It was a good setting to write a letter without anyone overhearing the two of you. 

Lucifer wanted to start working on the gift right away, but he knew that you disliked leaving your work unfinished. So he left the greenhouse, letting you finish up. When it got closer to the time to meet up, he whipped some of your favorite tea and snacks with a flick of his wrist. Remedial creation for him! 

Once everything was set up and you had removed your gloves, the two of you got to work. 

He didn’t think writing a letter would be so difficult because he wanted to pour so much of his feelings into a single page. He was sorry that he missed her other birthdays, how he didn’t step up to be a father after Lilith left because he had been just as upset as her but didn’t have the courage to move forward, and how he wanted to make up for it all. How proud he is to have her as his daughter. 

At one point, he realized that he was staring at your skeletal fingers and how they were fluttering from one key to another before he forced himself to look at you when you asked him a question. He didn’t have time to look at your shiny hands, he had a job to do! 

Between your respectful schedules and small breaks in between, the letter was finished in a week. It was several pages long, folded neatly in a creme-colored letter with a red wax seal once he wrote his name at the bottom of the last page. He thanked you profusely for helping him, promising you anything in his power in exchange, you just had to name it. But you shook your head, saying that knowing his words in the letter will reach Charlie is more than enough. You were simply doing your job as an Automemory Doll. 

And by God you did. 

When Charlie read his letter, his gift to her on the morning of her birthday after presenting a plate full of her favorite caramel apple pancakes with maple syrup, bacon, and coffee in the kitchen, she cried. She cried and hugged him tightly, thanking him for this wonderful letter and how all she ever wanted was for him to understand her, to support her. He felt tears well up behind his eyes as he returned the embrace. It was already looking like it would be a good day. 

Later that day, the hotel staff arranged a small party for his little princess in the Ruby Ballroom. Food, drinks, music, even a small mountain of gifts. Vaggie was of course the brains behind it all, wanting Charlie to have a special day too. Everything was perfect. 

At least, until he saw you dancing with Alastor. You had changed out of your gardening clothes - a white long sleeved shirt and a green skirt with your hair pulled back in a loose ponytail - to one of your newer outfits. Or at least another one besides the white dress with the Prussian blue jacket you always wear. You actually looked more like a knight in this one than an Automemory Doll. Not that he was complaining. 

A sleeveless black buttoned up shirt under a white vest with a long turquoise tailcoat attached to it, a pair of black sleeves that covered your arms and hands, with a short blue and gold cloak attached to a white collar. The emerald brooch glowed under the ballroom’s lights. White tights embroidered with a gold-diamond dot pattern covered your legs, alongside a matching pair of knee-high boots and white gauntlets. 

In summary, you looked gorgeous and entirely out of place as you struggled to keep up with Alastor on the dance floor during the foxtrot. Polar opposites, oil and water, a pairing that doesn’t go well together. 

So being the badass fallen angel that he is, he tapped Alastor on the shoulder and asked if he could have a dance with you. The jazz music screeched to a halt  as the son of a bitch he turned to him, ears pinned against his head and eye twitching. He’s mad. Good. 

“Well, well, this is a surprise~! To think that His Majesty would want to dance when he’s so much shorter than our dear groundskeeper! What a delightful disaster~! But,” Lucifer saw Alastor’s grip on your hands tighten, causing a fleeting expression of discomfort to wash over your face. “We are not done dancing. Yet.” 

Lucifer felt his anger rise. “Listen here, you fucking prick -”

“Oh Al, there you are~!” Charlie suddenly appeared, smiling and oblivious to what was going on at the moment before she gently tugged the Radio Demon away from the dance floor. “There’s something I need to show you~!” 

Alastor did not want to be separated from you, and while he did want to keep dancing, Lucifer knew this asshole valued his pride and reputation above all else. He wouldn’t dare act of character unless it benefitted him in some way. He then turned to you, who looked more than a little relieved to not be near Alastor and…your face was red? 

He frowned. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes. I’m…fine.” That caught his attention. You never stuttered. But with how you were smiling at him shyly…it wasn’t hard to let him have hope. To believe that his feelings towards you were actually reciprocated. He smiled at the thought, stretching his hand out towards you. 

“Care to dance?”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Prey 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: while out on a hunt, you become the hunted.

Characters: Kraven the Hunter (viking AU)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

Voices stir in the air with the taste of salt. The coast isn’t far. It hardly matters where you are. You know it’s far from your mother’s hovel. What’s more, you are trapped. Bound and draped over this man’s shoulder like a slain deer. 

You writhe, trying to kick free of his grasp. He keeps his arm firmly hooked around your legs. In response to your struggle, he strikes your haunch. You grumble and exhale against his hide jacket. From his other shoulder, a bunch of rabbit dangle; the ones he stole from your traps. 

He is silent still. He grunts but it is not angry. It is dulcet, as if he is amused. 

You wiggle again, trying to see past him as the murmur grows louder. There are others near. The mulch of dirt beneath boots and the stakes set between lengths of rope suggest a camp. A figure approach but you are blinded by the back of your captor. 

“We discovered scavengers near the forest. They have been dispatched.” The man informs the one who carries you. A similar grumble meets the news. “They are rampant in these parts.” 

Yet another dull rumble. He proceeds past the other with undaunted steps. By your measure, he is deferred to, if not a leader, at least a feared warrior. 

You turn your head this way and that. Pits burn beneath boiling pots or simply amid the cluster of bodies whetting blade or carving bone. A whole horde of warriors like the one who ensnared you. They glance back at you and several give pause as they linger. 

There are women too but they pay little mind. They are dressed as the men are, sat beside shield and blade. You bend your knees in an attempt to ram them into the man’s ribs. You know it would do little to truly free you but as fate closes in, so too does desperation. 

On and on. Men look over and dip their heads or avert their gaze. Their reactions all but assure you of the sort of beast that carries you. 

He bends and enters a tent behind a pit. In an instant, you are swung up and back. You land on the ground so hard the air rushes from your chest. You wheeze as the man snickers. You cough and roll onto your side. Your fingers tingle from the tight binding around your wrist and your legs chafe in your leggings. 

He moves around you to sit on his pack. You watch him unsling the rabbits and unsheath a short blade from his belt. He diligently begins to skin his stolen game. For a moment, you wonder if you should be next. 

Silently, he carries on in his task until he is done. The prepared hare are laid in a wide wooden bowl. He stands and wipes the knife on his jacket. He comes close and squats as he presses the tip to his calloused finger. 

You stare at the knife then look at him. You lift your head and stare him down. He chuckles and slips the knife back into its sheath. 

He reaches for you and you scowl. He touches your cheek, his roughened fingertips brushing down to your chin. He cups his hand under your jaw and squeezes firmly. He makes you sit up as he examines you. He turns your head this way, then the other. 

He lets go and flips his hand. He brings his other up to pull apart the collar of your tunic. He clucks in his throat and yanks until the laces snap. You tense and try to shake him off as he stretches the fabric to look past it. He moves one hand to fondle you. He grunts as you do the same and stomp your feet towards him. 

He makes a noise between his teeth and taps your cheek then points in your face. You still. He feels along your chest and your torso. He kneads your stomach and frames your waist. You growl and gnash your teeth. He shoves his hand between your legs and hums. You twitch. 

“Healthy,” he appraises. The first word he speaks. His voice is silty like the shores. His blue grey eyes meet your glare and he smirks. “Could eat.” 

You’re not sure what he means. If you could do with a good meal or he could. He flutters his fingers before drawing away. He goes back to the bowl of rabbits and lifts it. He leaves, knowing you can’t do the same. 

You gulp. There’s no mistake to be made. It’s certain why you are here. You are game too but your end is not so swift as the hare. 

The warm of his hand clings between your legs. It makes you shudder. You look down at the slack tunic. Your heart pounds against your ribs. He felt that too. 

You curl your fingers but not all the way. The straps are too tight. Your legs ache from the friction between them and your spine throbs rigidly. You shift up onto your knees and wobble. You try to shuffle forward on knee and toe. You fall over with a thump and a groan. 

The man laughs from outside. You know is at your expense, that he can hear you through the hide walls. It is all futile, he knows it as well as you. But it isn’t funny to you. It is terrifying. 

You lay on the floor, beside the disposed pile of fur. You smell the blood. You close your eyes and shudder. You are not used to being the one caught in a trap. 

[merbear25]

Hi! I saw your “what they’re into” fic and I really like the characters you put in the ass section! Can I request Ace, Smoker, and Crocodile x a reader with a fat and pretty ass and their reaction to her doing reverse cowgirl on them for the first time!?:)

Hey, hey! I’m glad you liked who I chose for that. These three sure are lucky to have been chosen by you. I had so much fun writing this, so thank you for sending it in. I hope you like what I’ve written for you. 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, lingerie, reverse cowgirl, hair pulling, creampie, backshot

You're just irresistible, darling (Ace, Smoker, Crocodile)

Ace

You knew exactly what you were doing: the brushing against his hips as you danced, the batting of your eyelashes, even the way you lightly licked your bottom lip. With all the others caught up in celebration, he pulled you closer—daring anyone to sneak a glance at you.

“You’re being such a naughty little thing, you know that?” Clawing his fingers into your hips, he bathed your neck in hot kisses while pressing himself against your plump ass.

Already feeling yourself come undone, you pulled him into the nearest bedroom. He motioned you to lie down on your back, but the glint in your eyes told him you had a better idea.

“I want to try something new.”

Putting your hand on his chest, you guided him down on his back. You climbed on top of him, straddling him gently between your succulent thighs and placed a kiss backed with passion on his lips. As your kiss deepened, he pulled your dress up to reveal that pretty tanga he adored you in.

He pulled up at the sides slightly, causing your ass to spill out even more. With a rough smack, your groan seeped into his mouth. Grabbing handfuls of your backside, he gently shook your ass while you rutted against him

Moans mingled between your locked lips, leaving both of you in a desperate state. His tongue traced your bottom lip, coaxing a satisfying tremble out of your eager body.

“I thought you said you wanted to try something new. How long are you going to keep me waiting?” His tone gave you a glimpse of the carnage running rampant in him.

Nipping at his bottom lip, you then changed positions. You continued grinding against his cock, teasing it with the dampness soaking through your panties as you pulled your dress further up to better showcase the beauty that was only meant for his eyes.

Your wetness coating his cock through the fabric was making it increasingly difficult to hold back. He bucked his hips against you, yearning for you to give him that sweet release he’d been after all night.

Pushing your undies to the side, you gave into your own desires and filled yourself with every inch of him. Steadily slapping your pussy lips against him, you arched your back to make sure you felt every bit of him.

With each shake of your alluring endowment mesmerizing him, his grip on you tightened and earned you a few spanks. Tossing your head back, the cascade of your hair down your back was all too inviting.

Taking a handful of your locks, he forced your head back slightly and pounded into you. The sight of your ass furiously jiggling from him bullying his way further into you was divine.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he gasped, alluding to how close to the edge he was.

As you quaked on top of him, your hands clamped down on his thighs. Your gasps and moans of ecstasy gave him the much sought after permission for him to follow suit.

Pumping each drop of his cum inside you, the jolts of fervor still lingered throughout your bodies. When you started to pull yourself away from him, he wrapped his arms around you to stop you.

“Just want a few more minutes like this,” he murmured against your neck.

Smoker

With him having to stay and work overtime the last few nights, you were both in need of some quality time. Paying him a visit at the office would do nicely for what you had in mind—a thoughtful gesture being pristinely wrapped underneath your coat.

When his displeased ‘Come in’ responded to your knock, any disdain he had was washed away once you entered. You being there unexpectedly piqued his interest, only heightening as you casually stepped towards him. The light clicking of your heels gave him a good idea of why you were there. 

As he put out his cigar, he leaned back on the sofa and smirked at you. “Have I been neglecting your needs?”

You nodded and fluttered your eyes at him. You slowly disrobed, showing him what he’d been missing out on for the past few nights—each curve of your body being hugged by the lacy, crotchless teddy.

The sigh passing his lips held a twinge of regret for not having given you the attention you so rightly deserved. While you slowly made your way over to him, the sight of the fabric nestling your lips made your gift that much more mouth-watering.

“I want to show you just how badly I’ve missed you.” With a voice like silk and the body of a vixen, such charm would render anyone helpless. 

Sitting on his lap, you delved into the pools of lust head first. Such eagerness was met with his own as his hands roamed the beauty you gifted him. Slipping his fingers under the delicate fabric, he raked his fingers down your backside, causing you to pull back from the kiss slightly.

While you gasped, he nipped and lapped at your neck, gripping your ass tightly to pull you closer. 

“You’re so eager for me, aren’t you?” You groaned. “Well, let me satisfy that craving.”

Cradled on top of him, you relished in the sensations coursing through you while you sat on his cock. Each slap of your hips against his sent you further into mania, leading you to pick up the pace.

Those guttural groans from him were making your walls spasm around him. Your pants and the bounce of your ass coming down on him were a dangerous combo.

Gritting his teeth and digging his fingers into your hips, as soon as you cried out from climax, he pulled out—coating your entire back and ass with streams of cum.

Coming down from your lustful high, you looked back at him, both of you feeling completely satisfied.

Crocodile

A tease who he’d given way too much power to—that was what he saw you as. Working under him gave you an ample amount of chances to explore more than just business opportunities. With you flaunting your curves in form-fitting dresses and thigh-high stockings, he secretly enjoyed your little displays.

When you leaned over to get something off the table, he couldn’t resist and smacked your ass, being sure to grip it firmly.

He leaned down, pinning you against the table. “You know where you belong, don’t you?” His words swirled around in your head.

Your fingers clawed at the wooden surface. “I suppose I do, but I think I’ll need a little reminder.” 

With a low chuckle, he pulled you into his arms, carrying you off to the bedroom. Setting you down, he gave you a command to help remind him why he puts up with you.

You knew just how to rile him up. The way you gently swayed your hips and played with the straps of your thong, pulling them away just to let the elastic slap against your skin.

“Get over here,” he growled while possessively pulling you onto him. 

You grinded against him as his hand gripped at your ass and his lips found their way to your neck. Each rumbling groan from him made you both hungrier for the sweet indulgence of passion.

Wrapping your hands around his aching need for you, those few strokes were enough of an appetizer.

“Let me give you what you’re after.” The confidence in your voice made him smirk, knowing full well that whatever you were about to do wouldn’t disappoint.

Gently teasing him between the softness of your backside, you gasped when he placed a firm smack on you. The sharp inhale you took morphed into a groan as he spread the reddened cheek to get a better look at how your pussy lips gripped the fabric.

You arched your back and pulled your thong to the side, letting the tip stretch you for a moment before easing yourself down. The slapping of your soaked cunt against him soon sounded throughout the room, only to be accompanied by the calls to ecstasy. While your euphoric mewls intertwined with his deep groans, unraveling on him was far too much of a temptation to ignore.

Your shaky gasps and moans, the way you tightened around him, and the sight of that plump ass bouncing up and down: his self-control failed him. As he gripped your hip in almost a painful way, that lustful yelp you let out was quickly followed by a final grunt from him—-draining each drop of cum deep inside you.

Following a few aftershocks of euphoria, you lifted yourself off of him. You spread yourself for him, allowing him to drink in the sight of his cum trickling out of your cunt.

[m-rshy]

a confession under the stars | azriel x reader

pairing: azriel x reader

summary: your feelings for azriel have been eating at you for the longest time, and on the most beautiful night of the year, you simply can't hold them back any longer.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: yippieee !! first time writing an acotar fic 🤭 it's a bit cliché but who doesn't love a lil bit of cheesy romance ?? :)

You paced around your room, rubbing your arms in a poor attempt to calm yourself. Starfall was supposed to be one of the rare nights where you allowed yourself to relax; however, your mind was running rampant.

Last year, you'd made the promise to confess your feelings to the Spymaster of the Night Court during the next Starfall, and now that the day had finally approached, you were beginning to think that perhaps that hadn't been the wisest idea. The prospect of confessing had been so much simpler a year ago—Starfall had seemed so far away back then.

It would be so easy to back out, to treat tonight as any other night, yet at the same time, you wanted—needed—to get it over with. To get the closure you'd been craving for the last ten years. It was now or never, even if you wanted to throw yourself off one of the many balconies of the House of Wind.

Your pacing stopped, your body stilling and your blood running cold as you heard a knock on your front door. A familiar voice called your name, the sound of it sending warmth throughout your entire body, coursing through your veins and rattling your bones.

A week ago, Azriel had offered to escort you to the House of Wind, and in your state of shock, you'd agreed.

The night had barely begun, and you were already having deep regrets.

You wriggled your arms to try and ease the nervousness that was building up inside of you, and with a heavy exhale, you glanced at yourself in the mirror before opening the door. You were immediately greeted with the sight of Azriel, his wings tucked behind his back and his face carrying a thoughtful expression.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

All words had escaped you the moment you laid eyes on him, so the most you could offer was a nod and a smile. You tried to create even the smallest semblance of normality as you stepped out of the house to lock the door, though it was futile as the Shadowsinger tucked one arm under your knees, the other wrapping around your shoulders.

Within moments, he shot up into the air, and your arms instinctively coiled around his neck. You didn't know if the rapid beating of your heart was from Azriel's close proximity, or the height of which you were in the air. No doubt it was a combination of the two, but you didn't want to admit that it was mostly the former.

You sought to distract yourself by looking out at Velaris, the usually brightly lit city now completely pitch black so the only luminescence would be that of the migrating spirits. You would have wondered how Azriel was able to navigate his way to the House of Wind with barely enough light to guide him, but being a shadowsinger, he was no stranger to sneaking through the dark.

He landed on the balcony where the other members of the Inner Circle were gathered, and you released a breath as your feet glided onto the sweet, sweet floor. Mor was quick to engulf you into one of her infamous crushing embraces, which you accepted gratefully before you endeavoured to greet everyone else.

Rhys took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, Cassian ruffled your hair (much to your dismay, as you'd spent quite some time trying to perfect it), Feyre beamed and encircled her arms around you in a warm hug, Elain smiled sweetly, Nesta placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently, and Amren offered a polite nod.

From the corner of the balcony, Azriel couldn't help but watch and be bewitched at the way you so effortlessly laughed and smiled with his family. It was a simple pleasure for him—watching the people he loved interact with the other people he loved. And as silence fell across Velaris in response to the sky illuminating, the spirits beginning to fall like a thousand shooting stars, he found that his attention was captured by the one thing that was truly radiant.

You.

Your eyes lit up at the view of the spirits, and for a moment you forgot about your earlier anxieties. Streaks of colour rained down from the heavens, and your mouth formed a gentle smile. It was so easy to get lost in your own thoughts, and forget that all you had to do was stop for mere second to see just how beautiful life could be.

Your gaze drifted over to Azriel, and your breath hitched when his eyes met yours. His eyes widened slightly—so slight that it was almost unnoticeable. Almost.

He put his fist to his mouth to clear his throat, and he gestured his head upwards. "The view's better from the roof, if you'd like to join me," he said.

Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you managed to dip your head in affirmation, and you followed him up to the roof. You settled down beside him, curling your knees up to your chest as you kept your eyes fixed on the horizon. You feared that one look at him would be enough for you to pour out all the feelings you'd kept bottled up for so long.

Even so, you snuck a glance at him from the corner of your eye. The spirits' light bounced off his features, highlighting his beauty, reminding you of every little thing about him that you so deeply adored.

You wanted to disappear when Azriel turned his head to look at you, but time seemed to slow down as soon as he smiled. The atmosphere was so perfect in this moment, and you couldn't help but wonder how easy it would be to tell him everything.

It's now or never.

The thought did laps around your mind, and you were sure you were beginning to sweat the longer you stared at him. Azriel broke eye contact first, a pit in your stomach forming as he looked back out at the night that blanketed Velaris.

It's now or never.

"Azriel," you began, and you had to clear your throat as the sound of your voice came out strangled.

"Hm?" he hummed.

He turned his head to look at you again, but you couldn't bring yourself to do the same. In fact, you couldn't even bring yourself to finish your sentence, and that urge to disappear came back tenfold.

"What are you thinking?" He encouraged you to continue, and you gulped.

"I'm thinking..." you said, your voice dropping to a register barely above a whisper, and you inhaled. "I'm thinking I'm in love with you."

Your body stiffened as the words escaped your lips, and you braced yourself—braced yourself for his rejection, for the words that you dreaded, but knew were inevitable.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Your palms were sweaty, and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself. You fiddled with the fabric of your outfit, played with a strand of hair that had strayed from the rest—did anything to convince yourself that you hadn't just sabotaged a life-long friendship.

"Starfall is arguably the most beautiful thing this world has to offer," Azriel murmured, and the words caught you so off guard that you forgot yourself, and looked up at him. He kept his eyes on the horizon as he continued. "However, when I saw you tonight, I couldn't help but wonder that perhaps that wasn't true. Perhaps there were other things more beautiful."

He looked at you then, a gentle smile across his lips. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is... I think I'm in love with you too." He shook his head. "No, not even that. I know I am."

In that moment, you thought you were dreaming. That had to be the only explanation. But the longer you looked at the way the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and the way his hazel eyes reflected the brilliance of the stars, the more you began to realise that this was, in fact, reality.

"Really?" you breathed out.

"You really think I'd lie to you?" he asked.

He brought his hand to cup your face, and you intuitively shuffled closer to him. His thumb brushed along your skin, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine, and a part of you still couldn't believe what was happening.

As if sensing your doubt, Azriel whispered, "Let me prove it to you," and then he dipped his head to capture your lips in a kiss.

His lips were gentle against yours, and you could feel his shadows reaching out to caress your skin. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him closer to your body, his warmth enveloping you. His mouth moved in perfect time with yours, filled with a yearning and tenderness you hadn't known existed.

You both of you pulled away with a sigh to catch your breaths, and Azriel looked into your eyes as if he was searching them. His shadows continued their exploration of your skin, brushing along your face, your neck, your hands, and any other part of you they could reach.

You laughed softly at the feeling, and upon hearing the sound, Azriel believed he was the luckiest male in Prythian—hell, in all of the Faerie realms. You were the embodiment of perfection; a piece of art crafted so meticulously by the Mother herself—a stark contrast to his rough and calloused nature.

But when you looked at him like that, with your pupils wide and your smile incandescent, all of his worries paled in comparison.

There were many things in his life he was unsure of, but there was one thing of which he was certain. Now that he had you, he was never letting you go.

[itshype]

The second, secret Justice League (DC x DP)

The Infinite Realms, is something like a ligament joining all the different dimensions together through their afterlives.

So Danny's left his original dimension behind. Maybe after everyone he loves become ghosts they all decide it's easier to move into the zone full time. No rent, no GIW, no Fenton parents.

Over time it's decided that while the Ghost Zone doesn't need a monarch (hey their last one took a nap for 1000 years and nothing fell apart, clearly this position is not super essential for the day-to-day running of the ghost zone), an envoy or ambassador would be handy!

So Danny, as the most living-inclined ghost around gets the job immediately. Most ghosts are fairly hostile and social faux-pas around their treatment, triggers and deaths will lead straight to violence they can't really stop themselves. But Danny is much more centred and could deal with rude dimensions. Also, he can protect and disguise himself much more effectively than literally anyone else should his work take him to a hostile dimension.

There's a whole wealth of fic in this ambassador idea I swear.

Then one day the Justice League from their own dimension summon "The Ghost Leader" to help with a rampant ghost hoarde or something but instead get Danny who tells them "Oh, we actually deposed our 'leader' but I am the official representative of the Infinite Realms and I can totally process your request!"

There is definitely some upset about how young the ghost is - while Danny as a human is now a young man, as a ghost he's 14, still. Frostbite says he'll grow more when he dies again.

They ultimately decide to introduce themselves and Danny gets very excited. "Oh, I know you guys!"

They have no way of knowing that when alive, Danny lived in a dimension that they didn't exist in.

"Yeah, your other branch!"

Batman gets very concerned that there are imposters using their name and potentially their reputations to manipulate ghost children who somehow represent their entire realm.

"Yeah, Jason - I mean batman and I, we're really close. Ice and Mystek actually live with friends of mine, although I don't know them very well. Metamorpho lives with one of my rogues, they're really close, I think it's a compartmentalising thing?"

Anyways, everyone has a lot of questions now they know that almost every single Justice League-adjacent vigilante that died in uniform met up in the afterlife to make another Justice League. Damian is furious that a son who wasn't him got to be batman first.

Batman is ready to go on the offensive. Because surely if his son is still sentient enough to continue his vigilante work then he'd be sentient enough to want to visit him. Some other ghost must be keeping Jason away from him.

[tacobacoyeet]

pleaseee right more harry fluff!! heres a list of ideas i have, ofc if you don’t want to you don’t have to!!

-bf headcanons

-sfw alphabet

-him during umbridge detention and she like makes him watch y/n do the quill

-something going along to the song slut! by taylor swift ❤️❤️

and ofc js anything is fine😭

good harry writing is hard to find on this app

slut! | h.p.

a/n: a short and sweet little fic based off of my interpretation of slut! by taylor swift. it might be a tad too on the nose but @ssturniolo92 i hope i did your request justice!

warnings: there are a lot of different harry personalities across tumblr- this is my interpretation of him. cursing, harry james potter being just the best as always, a touch angsty, NOT PROOFREAD!

beautiful hues of gold, white, silver, and all sorts of colors were the first things that caught your attention as you stepped into the yule ball. your hand held harry’s arm as your heels clicked on the floor. you were dressed in a beautiful aquamarine gown, which glittered in the candlelight of the stunningly decorated ballroom. the chatter in the room grew quiet as everyone’s stares locked on you and your boyfriend… the coveted hogwarts triwizard champion. there was not much time for you to survey the room before professor mcgonagall steered you and harry off for the champion’s waltz, but it was enough time for your ears to catch the whispers. whispers of how harry looked ‘absolutely ravishing,’ how your dress was ‘...certainly a choice,’ and whispers of how you were probably only ‘using harry… what a slut!’ you sighed deeply, forcing yourself to stand tall as the two of you took to the dance floor.

“look at me,” he whispered, forcing you to meet his eyes as he guided you around the dance floor.

“it’s just you and me.”

you smiled weakly at him. what else could you do? a gaggle of girls nearby whispered loudly about what they would’ve done to be on harry’s arm for the night.

“god, he’s just devastatingly handsome, isn’t he?” one of them asked, eliciting a cacophony of giggles.

he sighed softly, taking notice of the thin layer of tears in your eyes. suddenly, he pulled you close, into his chest.

“i’m all yours.”

~

a little later in the evening, you found yourself several drinks in, a soft buzz coursing through your body as you people-watched, but all you could think about was how much you loved your boyfriend. you’d been dating for almost a year now, and the two of you truly couldn’t get enough of each other. when he first asked you out, you told him he was making a mistake.

“dating someone like me is going to blow up in your face, harry! people like you don’t date people like me.”

he never took that as an answer, though. and to be fair, it didn’t exactly blow up in his face as much as it had in yours. the whispers, the rumors, they were all an attack on you. but that was a price you were willing to pay for the man you loved to never pay it himself- but that was just because he was the boy who lived.

your thoughts ran rampant as the alcohol flowed through your body, leaving a fire in its wake. you glinted your eyes as you surveyed the room. you’d cry about the people that hated you later. right now? you looked fine as hell, and you intended to do something about it.

it wasn’t long until you had found harry and planted a deep, long kiss on his lips. 

“what was that for?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips. 

“i got all dressed up and i look amazing. i don’t care what people are saying about me, or you, or us, because they’re looking at us and how great we look and that’s all that fucking matters.” you slurred ever so slightly, a determined smile on your face.

“you’re drunk as hell, gorgeous.” harry laughs softly, his hand softly caressing your cheek.

“and i love you so. damn. much.”

you spent the rest of the ball in his arms, in the center of the dance floor, much to harry’s happiness. he loved showing off his partner, but he cared about your feelings more than anything, so he never wanted to do anything that would shine the spotlight on you too much, as he knew that most of the time, the words of others really did impact you.

a few hours later, he held your hair back as you knelt over a toilet, the alcohol you boldly downed earlier making its way back up.

“is it really worth it to get this drunk, love?” he smiled softly at you, planting a kiss on your head as he rubbed your back.

“for once?” you started, “it was. and if i’m going to be drunk… i might as well be drunk in love.”