#l. o. l. (laughing out loud)

[yeoldenews]

(source: The Atchison Globe, April 25, 1878.)

[velvetstreets]

I know ur gonna find the best job and it’s gonna be something you actually enjoy 🫶🫶 hang in there girlie ☺️ - 🙈

😭😭 THANK U 🥲

job market actually hates me rn and idk how to adult but 🥲🥲🥲 we live n learn

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[jophiel-extras]

summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet

warning :: nsfw

note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open

A = Aftercare

Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. He’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once you’re out he’ll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once he’s done, he’ll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.

B = Body part

He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when he’s in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.

C = Cum

He always pulls out, it’s a habit. He’ll finish either on your tummy or ass.

D = Dirty secret

He’s thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.

E = Experience

He’s rusty but knows what’s going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.

F = Favorite position

Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, he’s known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.

G = Goofy

Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. There’s been moments where you’ve both had a laugh but it’s rare.

H = Hair

The carpets do match the drapes, he’s blonde through and through.

I = Intimacy

He’s quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. It’s always special and drawn out.

J = Jack off

Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshi’s mind was turned on. He’s horny. Often. He’s had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he can’t stop thinking of you.

K = Kink

Size difference. Even if he doesn’t know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, it’s a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, he’d never admit it or initiate but it’s there.

L = Location

The bedroom. He’s a private man.

M = Motivation

He’s a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.

N = No

Never ever would he hurt you. He won’t compromise on it either.

O = Oral

Enjoys giving for sure. He’s pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.

P = Pace

Slow and sensual. Unless it’s a special occasion of course! Then he’ll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.

Q = Quickie

Not the usual, but it’s happened before. Quickies are whenever he’s in a rush to do something or when you’re in a semi public setting.

R = Risk

Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. He’s got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.

S = Stamina

Oh honey, he’s not done until you’re done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldn’t translate into sex? You’re in for a surprise.

T = Toys

He’s not a massive fan.

U = Unfair

Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really it’s the opposite. He’s a giver and always follows through with pleasure.

V = Volume

Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. He’s not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.

W = Wild card

Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and can’t help but get hard.

X = X-ray

Both forms he’s packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.

Y = Yearning

If he wasn’t so busy, he’d want to sleep with you every day but alas there aren’t enough hours in the day.

Z = Zzz

He’s not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, he’ll pass out.

[chlorinecake]

It's sad you haven't written that much for sunoo

𐙚 — 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 | 𝐤.𝐬𝐧

▹ PAIRING: boyfriend ! sunoo x girlfriend ! reader

▹ SUMMARY: While on a picnic date with your boyfriend in honor of your one year anniversary together, things take an unexpected turn as one simple touch leads to another...

▹ WARNINGS: TOUCH DEPRIVED SUNOO who can't help but leave marks all over your neck and thighs, fluff mixed with super messy smut, fingering + oral (f. r), handjob, protected sex (love that for them), tit and spit play, exhibitionism, mentions of food

▹ WORD COUNT: 2.5k

“You brought ice cream to our picnic date in the summer?”

“Yes... and you wrote me a love letter,” Sunoo replied frankly, the gentle park breeze blowing his wavy bangs to the side of his face slightly... “of course I appreciate the gesture, baby, but why go through all that trouble of trying to hide it from me?”

His question made a memory resurface in the back of your mind.

One from earlier this morning when you threw a pillow at his face in an attempt to sneak away with the letter undetected.

Not one of your best moments, you'll admit, but he took it lightly anyways, laughing off the confusion your strange behavior brought about...

“You weren’t supposed to come back home til tomorrow, Sunoo, and I wanted to surprise you…” your voice trailed off just as your boyfriend rested his hand at your thigh, caressing the flesh in a soothing manner…

“I wanted to make it more special,” you went on, feeling your heart flutter slightly at the way he suddenly tilted his head at you, almost as if cooing at your worried confession.

“____… what could be more special than a letter with your sweet kisses all over it?” Sunoo asked, gaze falling to your lips for a second before his eyes flicked back up, displaying his comforting smile.

“Just open it already,” you whined playfully, making your boyfriend giggle a bit at your impatience.

“Wait, I wanna guess what’s inside first!” He paused excitedly, looking to the clouds as he sat in thought…

“Hmm,” Sunoo hummed, feeling through the envelope with his fingers to see if it'd give him any clues… “are these... condoms?!!”

“What!? No! Why would I give you such a thing!?” You laughed out loud, giving the park a brief scan to see if anyone was around to have heard your boyfriend's wild revelation.

“Relax, ____... nobody’s watching the romantic couple on their picnic date,” Sunoo reassured with a light-hearted chuckle, running his hand a little higher on your thigh this time, making your breath hitch slightly.

What was getting into him today?...

“Righttt... so it’s just us and the trees now, huh?” You asked sarcastically, just as a random hiker came walking up the trail a few feet behind you two.

“Yup!” Sunoo answered confidently, letting his touch leave your skin, “just us, the trees... and no protection…”

Tear ˎˊ˗ ...

Sunoo tore open the triangular flap that once sealed the envelope, opening the paper-pocket to reveal a set of tiny squares poking back at him…

“Wow,” his voice started, a feigned shock to his tone, “you must really wanna take me raw after this…”

“Oh my God, you’re being such a slut today,” you whisper-yelled, smacking his shoulder playfully before taking the envelope from his grasp, shaking out the contents into his open palm.

“They’re P o l a r o i d s,” you enunciated slowly, “of us, baby...” you continued with a smile, watching as he brought each photo to his face, one by one to examine them...

“Aww,” Sunoo pouted, feeling his own heart warm up at the burst of memories. “Thank you, love… this is such a sweet anniversary gift,” he said, leaning forward to hug you, his weight accidentally overtaking you to the point where your back fell against the picnic mat with a soft thud.

It wasn't unusual for Sunoo to underestimate his strength, especially whenever he got excited and wanted to show you his affection... still, it's something that he always felt bad about doing...

“____, I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to...” your boyfriend's initially apologetic voice trailed off, all thanks to the mistakably erotic sound that slipped past your lips while caged beneath him.

“S-Sunoo… it's okay,” you stammered nervously, feeling his thigh brush up against your core as he adjusted him position, a small wet spot from your soaked panties now marking his jeans.

You couldn't think of anything to say, especially not with the way your sundress was hiked up now, putting your hips and bottom on full display.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you were met with the wet sight yourself now, Sunoo’s flexed thigh doing nothing but make things worse for the ache growing inside you...

“T-that's not what I think it is... right?”

Your boyfriend's voice came out quietly as a delayed silence followed right after, his eyes staying fixed on you as you raised to sit on your knees now.

You put a hand to his chest, pushing his back against the picnic mat now before leaning on top of him and whispering, “Stop staring and just kiss me already…”

Sunoo almost couldn't believe those words had left your mouth so smoothly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with anticipation as his eyes fell back to your lips.

Your gorgeous, kissable lips...

“And if anyone sees us?” He asked with a slight rasp to his voice, eyes sparkling beneath the sunlight as you traced the side of his face with a finger...

“Then they can cry about it…”

That's all it took before you two started kissing, both of your eyes fluttering shut as gentle sounds of pleasure were exchanged by the tips of your tongues.

You felt one of his hands find the side of your face and drift down to your neck, his touch gripping just enough at your throat for the pressure to be noticeable, but not overwhelming.

“Been wanting to do this since we got here,” Sunoo groaned, a little weak yet heavy at the end as you broke away from the kiss, meeting his eyes with your own lovestruck ones as you noticed his touch wandered lower, pulling your sundress over the curve of your hips again, tugging at your panties.

“Wanna get these off of you so bad, baby,” your boyfriend said breathlessly, your legs wasted no time in moving just enough for him to slip your panties down and toss them.

“Much better,” you hummed, letting your lips find his again in an even more hungry kiss than before as you felt his fingers ghost over your folds, circling your clit in a way that had you twitching almost instantly.

Something about the way he kissed you in this moment was so raw and greedy, a bit of spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, only for you two to take turns licking it back up with your tongues.

And he was gathering so much of your slick on his fingers, too, making your clit throb with need as he kept toying with it, your hips subconsciously rocking against his fingers as you grew closer and closer.

“You're making such a mess of me, Sunoo,” you said in between kissing him, his mouth traveling to your neck where he sucked even harder against your flesh, groaning against your skin.

“Can't help it when you taste so sweet, love,” is all he managed to say before rolling you over on your back and taking dominance again, your body being sprawled out face-up on the picnic mat as he started to pepper kisses down from your jaw, to your tits, before finally reaching your swollen cunt.

You couldn't help but close your thighs around his head, even though it was only a matter of time before he forced them open again, taking a break to finger your pussy while marking the expanse of your thighs, holding intense eye contact with you the entire time.

“Could play with your pussy all day, baby,” he mumbled against you, moving from your thigh to lick a stripe up the middle of your core, “might have to beg me to stop...”

“F-fuck,” you cried out, arching your back at the way your core trembled thanks to his skilled fingers curling inside you, “I'm so close, baby...”

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly, looking you straight in the eye again while still fucking you with his digits, “gonna cream on my fingers, baby?... clench that pretty pussy as you cum for me?”

A string of desperate yes's spilled from your lips only to get caught in your throat, your teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself release from the inside out, shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.

“That's it baby... let it all out,” Sunoo cooed, fingers not ceasing in fucking your hole until you reached your hand down to stop his wrist from moving.

Sunoo just stared at you for a second... and even though he knew you hated when he did that, he couldn't help it. You just looked so beautiful to him right now. Cheeks a flushed hue from your orgasm, covered in his marks from your chest to your thighs...

Using his free hand, Sunoo reach for the picnic basket, digging under a few things before pulling out a shiny gold package.

A condom.

“Babe, you... you planned this?” You asked with a glint of amusement to your voice, body still moving in slow-motion as you recovered from your first orgasm.

“Hey, don't judge me,” he smiled softly, tossing the condom in the middle of you two as he got started with unbuckling his pants, “you can put it on me, if you like...”

Timidly, you crawled towards your boyfriend on all fours, thankful to God that you didn't flinch once his dick sprung out from the confines of his boxers, nearly hitting you in the face given how hard it was.

Still, there was something about the subtle look of shock on your face that made Sunoo feel good about himself, reaching out a hand to caress your head as you tried opening the package with your nails.

“Just use your teeth, love,” Sunoo suggested, just as you took the plastic in your mouth, tearing it away with ease.

Pulling out the ring of rubber, you aligned it over his tip first, sliding it down in a stroking motion.

It doesn't take long before you have the whole condom slid down his shaft, but your ministrations don't stop there.

You kept pumping him in long, drawn out movements, experimenting with pressures and slightly escalating the speed with each stroke.

And it didn’t take long before he started moaning all loud and shamelessly, biting his lip with slightly screwed brows as you continued to jerk his cock in your hand, caressing his thigh with your free hand to help him relax.

“Sh-shit,” Sunoo cursed beneath his breath, eyes glued to the way you fisting his length, your hickey-stained cleavage coming into view as your sundress fell further down your shoulders with gravity.

The whole sight was just so intoxicating to him, especially coupled with the sensation of your fingers wrapped around him.

It was only a matter of time before you had him coming undone, filling the condom with his load as you started to stroke him more slowly now, somehow craving his dick even more.

He was a panting mess, pretty chest heaving beneath his shirt as you sat up on your knees now, crawling over to straddle his lap.

His lust-ridden eyes watched you the entire time, too, pants still lazily hanging around his thighs as you untied the bow keeping the top of your sundress together, revealing almost your full chest to him.

He didn’t hesitate to start groping your chest, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands as you humped against his lap, sliding your slick folds over his wrapped dick and shivering from the returned stimulation.

You moaned at his actions, clinging onto your boyfriend’s shirt at the sudden feeling of his tip prodding at your entrance.

“God, I need to be inside you so bad, ____... need to feel you taking me nice and slow...” Sunoo practically mewled against your lips, the desperation of words making your pussy clench around nothing.

You let your hips grind against his length even faster now, despite how you both were extremely sensitive at this point.

You didn’t expect one fleeting kiss to get you here… a slimy, moaning mess in your boyfriend's lap all in the middle of nature… but you were too far gone to turn back now, and besides… something about the risk of being caught like this was a turn on for you, anyways…

Reaching down for his dick, you let the head find your hole again before slowly feeling him slide past your ridged walls, shaky sighs coming from both your lips now…

You two stayed like that for a few moments, too, simply basking in each other’s closeness until you got ready to move, Sunoo’s delicate hands resting at your hips, eventually guiding your speed.

“S-Sunoo,” you started weakly, thighs trembling at the way his tip grazed your sweet spot as he rocked you back and forth against him, “we’re not gonna last very long in a state like this…”

Your sultry words sounded like fuzz in his brain for a second, his body being too pleasure drunk to focus on anything other than the way your perfect pussy was taking him.

You kept your hands secure at his shoulders, grinding against him the best your tired legs could manage as his lips connected to the skin below your ear, speaking the feathery words: “Might as well make it worth it, then…”

That's when your boyfriend let his back fall against the picnic mat, releasing his grip from your hips, only to find your hands instead, connecting you both by your latticed fingers.

His pelvis snapped up to help you both reach your highs faster, your chest heaving with emotions as you gasped at the feeling of his cock plunging inside you so well, a mere matter of seconds passing before your orgasms hit you both like a crashing wave.

Sweet mmm's and ahh's of pleasure left both your squirming bodies, Sunoo's thighs twitching beneath you as your walls clenched down on his length, your climax taking it's sweet time to leave you.

You felt his cum slowly fill up the condom from inside you, gentle pants escaping his swollen lips as your hands stayed intertwined, eyes slightly teary beneath the shining sun.

“I can't believe we just did that in public,” you sighed, lifting your hips from his to free yourself from the stimulation, helping yourself to removing the now filled rubber from your boyfriend's dick and tossing it in a picnic napkin.

Sunoo smiled at your choice of words before sitting back up to readjust his pants, still feeling a bit wobbly in his movements after everything that just happened.

“And I'm more than open to doing this again,” he said, crawling towards you on the mat to help re-tie the bow at the top of your dress, “… and again, and again, and again...”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you chuckled with a smile, watching his hands finish up each bow before he creating a small distance between you, placing the picnic basket in the center of the mat and flipping open it's lid, his hair slightly disheveled as he asked, “In the mood for some ice cream soup?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐙚 | To the anon at the very top of this post, I hope you enjoyed what I came up for with for everyone’s favorite sunny boy !! That is, if you ever happen to cross paths with my blog again >< !!

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leon s. kennedy

contains: ftm.reader, readers clit is referred as a dick sometimes, perv leon, t-clit sucking, leon cumming untouched, overstimulation, squirting, not proofread

note: i’m kinda alive, sorry…….my horny thoughts weren’t transferring on my screen good enough

leon was relentless when he figured out you had a pussy, like, downright feral. when you first showed him your pussy he was in awe, he thought it was absolutely adorable, especially the way your clit tried to grow into a small dick. you were embarrassed about showing him, you thought he would find it disgusting. most people did, but what you didn’t expect is to feel leon’s mouth cover your dick.

“wh- hey! l-leon you can’t just-“ you were interrupted but a hard suck to your small cock, you were shivering above leon. he didn’t want to stop sucking your cock for any amount of time, he was lapping up your juices like a dehydrated man in a desert. anytime you tried to pull your hips away he let out a throaty growl before grabbing you by your ass and shoving you forward, he took you trying to lessen the pleasure he could give you as an insult.

how dare you try to stop him from sucking you off? do you know who he is? he enjoyed hearing you whine and cry out for him, the way your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair to guide his face to the best way to pleasure your cock. “shit. not close enough.” he mumbled into your cunt before lifting one of your legs to be over his shoulder, you were now stuck wobbling on one leg as leon sucked your cock like it was the best this he had ever tasted.

“l-leon! please ‘m g-gonna cum!” you warned, hips grinding into his face almost violently. he gave a hum of approval that sent vibrations to your cock, your back arched, your hands in his hair tightened, you let yourself cum in his mouth. you glanced down to see leon gulping down your cum, his eyes were hazy and his grip on your ass tightened. he needed more, way more from you. “sorry, it’s gonna be sensitive…” he whispered before continuing to suck you cock, you let out a scream before covering your mouth in embarrassment. he was ruthless now, tongue gliding all around your cute cock while two of his big fingers bullied your g-spot.

you tried to pull his head away from your cock, your body was convulsing and twitching. he was lost in your pussy, it’s like he was possessed, bobbing his head slightly to see how you would react. his eyes never left your face, he thought you looked absolutely adorable like this. tears coating your cute cheeks, sweat making you look shiny, you trying desperately to pull his head away almost made him laugh.

“l-leon…s-something’s — fuck! — coming o-out!” you were worried, it felt like you were going to pee. you tried to warn leon, tried to get him to stop but he refused, just talking you through it with your cock on his tongue. “just let go baby, you can do it. just a bit more and you’ll make me so happy, okay pretty?” you whined at his words, suddenly curling your body over leon’s head before gushing in leon’s mouth. leon’s eyes widened slightly before letting his eyes roll back, your taste alone was enough to make him cum in his pants, and it did.

he gulped down as much of the clear liquid he could, some of the liquid spilling down his chin. he was whining almost as loud as you, fingers still pumping out of you, wanting you to ride out your high. leon finally let you pul your hips away from his mouth, you looked down at leon with a small pout. leon was licking his fingers clean, he looked up at you with a smug smile. “so…still think i find your dick disgusting?”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

M O O N L I G H T ™

Chapter II

On my last sweep of the house, I check each pledge before the party. Moonlight™ is now partnered with Greek life on campus, and it's the perfect tool for hazing. As president, the app recognizes me as their manager, so I alone get to boss the mind controlled idiots around!

"Pledge!" I snap.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he barks back, yelling it loud and clear without any reservations.

I forget what his name is; Jason, maybe? As long as he's being puppetted around by the Moonlight™ app, it doesn't matter. He'll answer to anything I call him with a rigid smile and a purple stare. He might technically be asleep, but honestly I prefer underclassmen this way. They're much less annoying.

"Scrub these toilets good!" I sneer enjoying the way he hangs on my every word, "You're the janitor for Delt-Ep-Phi's party tonight! I don't want to see any shit or puke unless you're mopping it up! Got it?"

"Yes, brother, sir!"

Just like that, my obedient janitor agrees to my orders and resumes mopping like his life depends on it. At the very least, Moonlight™ has made these pledges more effective. It would have been impossible to force menial work on a freshman without getting a half-assed result. Too many of the guys at this school are rich kids from prep schools: the kind that would be mortified to be near a mop, let alone clad in some sticky maintenance uniform. I bet Jacob, or whatever the fuck his name is, would be mortified to find out that this thing hasn't been washed in years. We just keep throwing it in the closet for the next pledge we have moonlight as janitor. The only thing that makes the dank BO of the garb bearable is the accompanying scent of cleaning chemicals.

I ignore the smell and give the guy a slap on the neck, leaving him to mop the bathroom in silence. My next stop is the kitchen, where I check on my younger cousin Tristan. Tonight, he's just the dishwasher.

"Sup, dude," I say, "Grab me a beer."

"Yes, brother, sir!" he yells back like an army cadet, obediently fetching a bottle from the fridge and opening it for me.

"How's dish-duty?"

"It's amazing! I love being the dishwasher, brother, sir!" my cousin beams.

It's weird to see him like this; with glowing eyes and forced grin. The Tristan I know is charming and unbothered, normally gliding through conversation with subtle looks and gestures. He's normally got this cool style that wins over girls and intimidates guys, so it doesn't help that he's all dressed up in the frat's old dish-boy uniform. I really hate that an upperclassman wrote on his forehead. That'll make classes next week a bit awkward. I suppose it's just a normal part of hazing, and I'm not going to make an exception just because he's my family.

"You gonna be a good dishwasher for the party tonight?" I probe, taking a sip of beer.

"Yes, brother, sir!" he declares, "I'll be ready at the sink for anything that needs cleaned, and I'll be ready to refill any of my brother's drinks."

"That's right, and remember only brothers can get a refill. Girls have to ask one of us to get it from you," I make sure to clarify. It makes it a lot easier to pick up girls when they have to approach us for their next drink. If only I could use Moonlight™ on them to put them to work as the frat's strippers or something. That'd really be getting the most out of the app!

Heavy bass blares from the other room: the party's getting started. I've already spent too much time with Tristan, so I say bye to my cousin and head on out to the main area.

Standing by the door is our coat rack: his name's Kyle, and he's much better as furniture.

"Your arms tired yet, Kyle?" I sneer.

"No, brother, sir!" he grins back.

I laugh a bit when I notice someone wrote a 'kick me' message, pointing at his crotch. A guy like Kyle could definitely use a good kick in the nuts. The freshman came to our call-out with an insanely high opinion of himself. He seemed to think he had every right to get in because he was a legacy. Apparently, his dad is rich alumni so we couldn't refuse him, but that didn't make him immune to our new hazing ritual via Moonlight™. He definitely got the worst job in the house. He might not be scrubbing toilets or cleaning dishes, but his arms are sure to be sore as fuck by morning; not to mention all the kicks in the groin he's guaranteed to get!

"Are you gonna hold those coats, pledge?" I snarl in his face, getting only a cold smile in return.

"Yes, brother, sir!"

"And why is that?" I spit menacingly.

"Because I'm a coat rack, brother, sir!"

"That's right, and coat racks don't react when they get a kick in the balls, right?"

"No, brother, sir!"

With a chuckle, I swing my foot into his crotch. Kyle jerks, but his lips remain stretched across his face in a toothy grin. His body can't help but flinch at the sudden pain, but it only takes a second for Moonlight™ to reassert control. Barely a few seconds have passed and he's back, stiffly holding his arms out, sweating from the effort of being completely still.

"Thank you, brother, sir!" he manages to say. I guess one of the upperclassmen told Kyle to thank anyone who gives him a kick. That'll be a fun little party trick!

I give the guy a little slap on the face before I leave. Tonight's party is gonna be off the hook! I've still got some time before it starts, maybe I can catch a minute to relax in my room. It's not that late yet, but I'm starting to feel the effects of a long day. I'd love to just lay down, even just for a second.

Unfortunately, I fall asleep...

The next day, I wake up when my phone dings with a notification from the frat group chat...

"What the fuck!" I jump out of bed, "What is this picture?"

Though I don't want it to be true, the picture appears to be me. I'm dressed up like some stupid waiter, with the same cringe smile and glowing eyes as any the other Moonlight™ employee, but that can't be right. We only use the app on pledges! There's no way in hell any of my brothers would sign me up like this!

I rack my brain for any memory of last night's party, trying to recall any clue that'll tell me this picture is a lie. The endeavor only hurts my head, but I do notice that I feel unusually sweaty for having just gotten an entire night's rest. My arm feels sore, and my pajamas feel awkward like I was drunk pulling them on.

"Dude, you were a great manservant last night!" one text reads.

"Totally think you should quit that finance degree and be a full-time butler!"

"I could get used to you fetching us drinks and giving us foot rubs!" another adds, "We should have done this years ago!"

I stare at the texts in horror and step into my bathroom. Sure enough, I see the word 'buttler' written across my forehead in sharpie. Someone must have thought it was hilarious to draw a stupid goatee on my face as well. My eye twitches as I stare at my reflection, rage boiling up inside of me.

"Why the fuck did you do that to me!" I text back, "I'm the fucking president!" Even through the phone, my words drip with malice.

"Don't dish out what you can't take!" one replies simply, "Just a prank, bro!"

I try to slow my breaths, but my fists are clenched painfully tight. I'm gonna beat whoever's idea this was! It's one thing for us to use Moonlight™ on freshmen, but I'm a senior and I refuse to spend my last year in this frat moonlighting as a butler! I'm supposed to be getting drunk and laid at these parties! Not marching around with a bowtie and silver tray, serving drinks and whatever the fuck else!

"I wouldn't get yourself too worked up, dude," a guy texts, "You might be in control now that your awake, but remember you're at our whim the second you fall asleep. I could have you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush tonight if you don't behave yourself. Lol."

The message makes me see red, but he's right. An overwhelming sense of helplessness falls over me. I could beat those fuckers up now, but what would that make them do later? They already wrote on my face with permanent ink! What if they made me shave my head or get a tattoo! Fuck!

This can't be legal, but honestly, I have no idea what the contract stated when we signed up for the app! How do I even go about cancelling this Moonlight™ job? The tech is so convoluted and hard to use!

In the meantime, I'll be lucky if all they make me do is serve them their drinks and do their chores. I guess I can live with that for a short while.

With a grimace of resignation, I text back, "Good one, guys."

[mar-iiposa]

prompt: the boys find out that their s/o snorts when they laugh

tag(s)/warnings: GN reader, suggestive comments/themes/jokes, vv fluffy

requests: open

authors note at the end for readers!! stay tuned :D

Leonardo:

he’s trimming his bonsai (you know how much he treasures them)

he’s slightly humming “boy’s a liar too

you’re reading a book whilst in the dojo

the dojo is quiet except for the calculated snips

you decided to save the next chapter of your book for later, so you quietly go on your phone

until you see a cute couples date idea on your ‘for you’ page

“hey, leo?”

you didn’t expect your voice to come off as wayy louder than intended

and neither did your boyfriend

the blue-masked ninja jumps at the unexpected noise

so much so that he knocks his bonsai over

his heart stops and he swiftly dove to the floor and scrambled to juggle the plant before finally catching it

he wipes his forehead and breathes a loud sigh of relief

however, you’re laughing your literal ass off

never have you seen him so visibly stressed

you were convinced he was gonna have a heart attack

hunched over and gripping your own sides, you’re hollering

and out comes snorts while you laugh

but as soon as you realize you’re snorting, you put a hand to your mouth

as you blink in embarrassment and security,

leo smiles over at you in adoration

with those criminal cute dimples too

“what was tha-?”

“you heard nothing.”

“babe, I know what I heard.”

you look away in pure embarrassment, heavily avoiding eye contact

“I know it’s weird-“

he’s now visibly confused

like wtf??? wdym ‘weird’??

he thought, if anything, that he’s the weird one

considering he’s a mutant turtle

“how is that gorgeous laugh weird?”

you’re about to respond when you pause

your cheeks grow warm

“what-“

“you heard me.”

and he’s giving you that little coy yet sincere smile of his

“you should laugh like that more often, princess.”

your jaw has dropped

he takes a few steps towards you

and he gently holds your chin, lifting it so that you look up at him

eye contact (l o r d)

“I like that raw beauty.”

you sink into your seat, oh my god

he chuckles softly and pecks your lips with a kiss before walking out of the dojo

you’re stunned.

and why are you turned on-

Raphael:

so we all know raph

and he is the biggest “gym rat”

( no offense to master splinter )

and you guys know those squats that you do with weights???

yeah, well, raph wanted to try those out today

and so he did

but it didn’t go by unnoticed

you were spotting raph (gym term) when mikey passed by

and my god, does mikey always have something to say

right as raph was mid-squat

“nice ass-popping, raph”

you

you LOST IT

in tears laughing

mikey instantly fled from the scene

the look on raphael’s face just made it so much better

and so did it make you laugh much harder

thus, you began to laugh your “real laugh”

snort after snort surrounded your laughter

uncontrollably snort-laughing

“ya got the hiccups there?”

and just as quickly as he mentioned it, you were just as quick to stop it

you stood from your seat and your brows furrowed together

he knew that look

that was when he knew he was screwed

and off you went, grabbing your things and ready to head up go the surface and back home for the night

he strides after you, reaching out for your arm

but you pull it back before he can get the chance

“babe, what’s wro-“

you stop briefly outside of the lair’s entrance, tears pricking at your eyes

you feel the droplets on your lashes, and you can’t look at him

so, he stands in front of you

and his heart stings

“I feel like a pig,” you cough slightly as you begin to cry

raph’s expression instantly softens

“baby… yer speakin’ nonsense.”

he gently takes your hand in his big, rough and calloused one

“everyone always says that when they hear my real laugh.”

your pout quivers as your lips do so, your shoulders shaking slightly as you cry

you move to cover your mouth and half of your face with your other hand as you cry

but he stops you

and he carefully places it on his cheek

and his left hand rests on your cheek too

“raphae-“

“I love ev’rythin’ about ya. sweet cheeks, look at me.”

your gaze flickers to meet his amber eyes

“you could have a million laughs… but this one right here? jesus, that one’s my favorite. now that’s for sure.”

you get on your toes and desperately hug your much-taller boyfriend

now this is one of the reasons he’s the love of your life

“I love you, raphie.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Donatello:

that’s it

he’s convinced you are 110% his soulmate

and here he thought that he had the worst and dorkiest laugh

this snort-laugh of yours occurred when donnie had accidentally taken a sip of scorchingly-hot coffee

he was sleep deprived

thus, he forgot how hot coffee could be

directly after pouring it

and you weren’t quick enough to stop him

so you snort laugh, stomping a little as you throw your head back in your chair

he used to hate his own laugh that involved tons of snorting sounds

but now you’ve effortlessly convinced him that it’s the best laugh in the entire universe

“what was that?”

donnie’s got the biggest and most goofiest grin on his face

“I can explain-“

his grin expands

“yeah, huh? give me another demonstration, darling.”

you shake your head in disagreement

just as you open your mouth to further reply, he continues

“oh, I bet I can out-snort you, jellybean.”

a wicked grin plastered on his face

and a mirroring grin begins to grow on yours too

“how much are we talkin’?”

“un-licked poptarts.”

“annddd?”

“annddd I’ll have to be out of the lab for a week.”

woah

this dude was serious

“deal. pleasure doing business with you, an-“

“nuh uh, no stalling. let’s hear it, you first.”

donnie gestured towards you to start off the competition

you give a purposely-snarky little laugh, snorting near the end

your boyfriend gives a nod of approval

“very cute, might be hard to beat.”

then he gives it a go

“such a rookie”

he shoots such a devastatingly-cute yet playful grin over at you

he then cracks his knuckles

“game on.”

and so now this just sparks your competitive side

you two spend the next 15 minutes just going back and forth

and those passing by right outside of the lab are so confused

“what the hell’s going on in there-”

Michelangelo:

thank god he’s a comedian

you’ve giggled countless times around mikey and towards his jokes

he’s a funny one

indefinitely getting giggles and chuckles straight out of you

but your actual laugh???

it had yet to be unleashed

until today

your boyfriend’s trying to show you how to get creative with your art

lately, you’ve been out of the zone

and who better than than the master of creativity himself to help you out of your art block?

so here you are in the sewers, spray painting on the walls

“angelcakes, you’re too stiff! you gotta relax, chillll”

“but I’m trying!”

he moves to stand directly behind you, covering your eyes with the tails of his mask, his hands over them as well

“what’re you doing?”

“just spray with your eyes closed and move, babes.”

you inhale and then exhale

with a few movements here and there, you decide to start off small until you could hopefully gain inspiration from there

instead, all you got was a surprise

“IS THAT A PENIS?”

apparently, you accidentally drew one

mikey yelped, falling to the floor as he banged his fist against it in fits of laughter

he had the humor of a middle-school boy

and so did you

top tier comedy imo

you kneeled down to the floor beside him

clapping your hands, you feel yourself losing control of your body

and that accounts and goes for your laugh too

least expecting it, you begin to snort as you uncontrollably laugh

some squeals in there too as you try to regain your composure

he laughs harder, pointing at you

you nearly feel the insecurity start to seep in

that is until you hear him go “awee!”

and your heart melts

but not as much as his has

“you like my snorting??”

“who wouldn’t?! it’s the cuuutest thing ever, baby!”

you swore that you fell deeper in love with this man

somehow

you both just sit there in those sewers

laughing over an accidental penis drawing

and continuing to laugh like a couple of fools

lovesick fools

author’s note: hello, everyone!! glad to be back! I’ve been on hiatus recently, but I hope to be more active and produce more fanfics and headcanons for you guys :) I am currently open to requests, so please send them my way! and don’t limit yourself, you can send as manyyyy requests as you want!! please leave comments and stuff, they fuel my motivation and validation tbh 🫶 thank you for reading, thrilled to be back!!

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an:I have no idea what I’m writing about 😭🙏im not expecting this post to do well but pls enjoy

The most fearful,powerful, destructive yet most beautiful,remarkable,and divine being in all the seas. Sukuna ryomen,the most fearsome siren half mermaid in the oceans.

Siren Sukuna who lures pirates with his illustrations and voice toward him to easily become his food.

Siren Sukuna who has been living for hundreds of years,knows everything about the sea.(yet has no real clue how different living is in land)

Siren Sukuna Who gone completely bored from his killing,and stays inside a cave right outside a city .Where he doesn’t have to be bothered by pirates or outsiders.But even that doesn’t stop some people,someone like you.

Siren Sukuna who was just laying down on a rock to relax his large body for his fish scales to smooth out,as he was just staring into the little pond in the cave.Then he hears a small groans from what seems like a human.As he just Silently watches in the shadows of the caves.

“ow..shit this is going to hurt”You mutter underneath your breath,as you wince from the blood dripping down your knees.As you takes yourself in darker into the cave as the pond was the only light. As you lay down panting on breath.

”At least I was able to put ran the City gruads” You whisper to yourself brushing your hair with your hands and swiping off the sweat.

Sukuna who completely in the dark looking at you,with amusement.Seeing how long it takes you to know that there’s a apex predator right in-front of you.He doesn’t care about the thought of killing you right now.

He flaps his fins to at least scratch his body, making a loud noise and with that,it made you start worrying.

“What was that??” You whisper as your eyes search around the the dark cave and pond to find nothing,because of the darkness.You tried to get your body back up but fails miserably from the pain of your knees. Instead you shakily talk up to whatever is in the cave with you.

“h-hhello is there any-o-one here?” You announced in the darkness as your heart pounds loudly against your chest. Which in the small distance where Sukuna is across from you watches this,it just makes him laugh at how scrawny of a human you are.

His dark laughter makes you squeal in fear as You finally found the person who here.You locked on to Sukuna ruby like eyes,and glances at his body and seeing the multiple scales he had in his body and how the left side of his eyes had a dark brown scar that does nothing but enhance his eyes.

Siren Sukuna who’s founded to be seeing such a weak pathetic human,It almost makes him feel sort of pity for you almost.He would feel your eyes on his face,scanning him with your fearsome eyes.And then within a second his inside the pond that set a barrier between you two.His body completely covered in water as he swims towards you and continues to laugh at your scared little face as you move backwards until your pushed into the wall.

Siren Sukuna ,Who see how your body shake in fear of seeing his canine teeth’s as he make a sly grin.He quiet literally having fun with scaring you,he had always had fun seeing the faces of fear painting across his food.

“What should I do with you,since your completely at my mercy” He announce with a cruel smirk that shows his sharp canine teeth’s.

“Please!!Dont eat me!Im Promise that I’ll never come here again and-and Plus I’m not even that delicious,I’ll probably t-taste like ..trash”You said you said frankly as you small tears began to roll down your cheeks.

He rolled his eyes at your response,As he get out the water now half his body out the water and in front of you,as the water from his body create a little pool of water below him.

He scoffed at how unoriginal your response was. “What makes you think I haven’t heard that same speech before brat,This is really starting to bored me”His says at the end of his voice dropping an octave lower making him more imitating then already.

”umm!!I’ll give you my l-lifee if-f in exchange to be able get to live again,and-and you get to-to whatever you want- to -to me” You spoke rapidly and bit shakily about it as you close your eyes and starts to mutter prayers to yourself.

Siren Sukuna who is amuse by how fucking stuipd of a human you had to be,but he stood there staring at you dumbfounded by your deal.But he thinks maybe he could use you for entertainment in his daily life.And so he looks at you,staring down at you like a hawk. The second he saw you opened your eyes he stab his nailed into your wonded knees making you scream and he quickly uses his other hand to knock you out with his hand.

———

and that would be the deal that got you In this mess,but also meet someone who’s a total asshole sweat -heart. Everyday would be some new torture (it wasn’t really a torturous thing just Sukuna mocking and bully her/you) to deal with.

But this deal would make him have feelings that he couldn’t even fathom the thought of having until he met a weak scrawny,helpless human. Example would be annoying the fuck out of him,Having low patience for your stuipdy,making him wonder how the hell are you good at stealing but a total dumbass when it come to survival instincts.

A human now bond with a Sea creature of Beaty and death.

if anyone wants to see more of this,please tell me in comments,and please share your opinion or suggestions with it.

Made by @sukioyakio

Edited:PART TWO IS OUT next>

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NSFT Alphabet: Florian Brand

Requested

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think he is the touchy-feely type depending on who the person is. One night stand? Not touchy-feely. The person he is committed to? Touchy-feely. The type also likes scents and enjoys how both of you are a mess.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Florian gives chest vibes on himself, given he is a firefighter he has to be in top shape to perform at his best. The habit didn't go away when he became a fire investigator. On you, face and legs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes seeing his cum on you and likes your cum on himself too. Post-sex, this guy is the type to touch himself and grin about how much of your cum is on his cock/stomach. If his cum is leaking out of you, him using his cock to stuff it back, whether flaccid or not.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to play fight. Being roughed up a bit, get that adrenaline going. Florian doesn't mention it though cuz he can get really rough and worries he might hurt you, but you can hurt him. He can take a lot.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced from the few one-night stands. Everyone is grateful to a hero, the job stress, Florian has messed around.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Stealing from FG: full Nelson (strength flex). I will say mating press too and cowgirl (reverse too).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Florian can understand this being serious but again he likes to play fight so you are probably going to have goofy moments. Also, he likes to hear you laugh and smile, it's precious to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't shave and has quite the bush and happy trail. Down below his blonde hair is a bit darker than the hair on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Depends on the level of the relationship. He can be really casual if you are or attempt to be equally romantic as you. He is not very experienced in being emotionally invested in relationships.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, he jacks off often to burn out the adrenaline rush, and again he is into pain so he likes to touch his scars and recall the feeling of fire on his skin.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a thing for scars, especially scars caused by “miracles”, his own included (dude finds Norton’s and Matthias' burn marks to be so sexy). Body worship of your body or his. Period sex (i'm not explaining that), i will add that he can develop an ink kink (any body modifications would fascinate him).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere especially during matches, he is definitely an adrenaline junkie

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything, simple guy with simple needs

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Bathroom stuff

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is a giver but nine times out of ten wants to receive. Shouldn't you be thanking him? Hero complex high af

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Starts slow and sensual depending on the mood, other than that he is fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

often again that adrenaline rush

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

If you like risks then yes, if you don't like risks then no

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Dude is a fireman, good luck!

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you got toys, use them on him, he finds it hot you want to exhaust him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You gotta be unfair when him, Florian can tease but he can only go but so long before he breaks.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Florian is local like he is have fun, the mix of your voice and his is music to his ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would not mind and open relationship, maybe a poly relationship if the third is Matthias, but needs to be one to pick. He likes Norton and Matthias, he is male leaning in his choices only because he figures they can play fight with him, especially Norton. If you want a woman as the third he is open but might not do as much with her.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

10in uwu bushy, tone body and got scars from the fire in his childhood and from his high-risk job, he has a tattoo of his fire unit number on his shoulder but it's covered up

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He can either be up to bask in the afterglow or be out like a light.

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B L O O D P A S T R I E S

characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji

tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; breeding ; nylons/tights ; praise kink? MINORS DNI

word count ; 3k - I got carried away okay!

a/n ; this is my first ever smut fanfic so I’m nervous! I hope you enjoy! feel free to request a character in the comments.

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MASTERLIST

so I’ll paint a million roses on your skin in pigments tainted blood red ill write your name all over the moon so I know our love will live in mystery after we’re long gone

“Yes, My Lord.”

Those words echoed in your head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. How you tried your best not to roll your eyes day in and day out at the senseless drabbing from a child. 

You owed it to Ciel, of course. But you were growing tired of his brattish fashions. Everyone seemed to jeer and laugh at his childish bickering except you. If it wasn’t for Sebastian, you would have fled a long time ago. 

“See to it that dinner arrangements are up to my expectations, Sebastian.” he snided.

“Yes, My Lord. As you wish, a Butler must exceed every wish and desire of their master.”

You could hear Mei Rin’s ears blowing steam from across the room. Your lip twitched at his comment, and Sebastian’s crimson eyes danced your direction. Your hands grew cold and your heart raced in your ears. What did he see that you didn’t? Was it as obvious as you thought it was? By the fading smirk across his lips as he walked away, you felt a sigh of relief. 

Nobody knew that in the months since you’ve occupied the Phantomhive Manor, you’ve developed a hard-wired crush on Sebastian. You studied his poise, his mannerisms, his. . . “aura”. You even took it upon yourself to spy on him one day while he was helping Ciel get dressed. Outside of his bedroom, your maid uniform barely concealing your sacred areas as you bent over to peer into the crack of the doorframe, you watched him.

Everything seemed to be normal, until it happened. 

You saw Ciel’s eye, glowing a pigmented sapphire as Sebastian’s glowed a violet red. His mouth extended, revealing fangs of a demon as he smiled triumphantly. Ciel’s sad eyes focused on the floor as Sebastian dressed him in his evening attire, a hint of unspoken pleasure riddling across his face.

You let out a small gasp, only loud enough for you to hear. Or so you thought. Ciel paid it no mind, but Sebastian’s yes darted straight to the door, shutting it closed like magic. It caught you off guard, causing you to stumble to the floor! You covered your mouth, gathered your bearings and flees the hallway as fast as you can!

But you felt watched ever since that day. When you were alone in the hall, when you were outside in the garden, even when you bathed, you felt watched. 

But it was something about Sebastian’s mystery that. . . turned your senses completely on. You would take in his movements, his voice, his posture, and keep them in a small sector of your mind that was unlocked night after night. 

Your whines would echo his name till you fell fast asleep, and the looming presence would vanish. The cycle repeated itself, but you never wanted to stop. It got to the point that, unconsciously, you would try to get in his way, whether it be with help in the kitchen or with a stray black cat, just to eat him to say your name. And that would ring in your head until your legs buckled under the weight and your hands filled with your juices. Your heart would even ache for him to taste you, finger by finger. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?”

You snapped out of your fantasy, coming back to reality with a sharp shove. You were standing in the Grand Hall with Sebastian, Mei Rin, Finny and Baldroy all peering at you with curious glances. 

“Hm,” Sebastian cleared his throat, returning to his solitary piece of paper.

Oh heaven’s sake. your nervous hands trembled at your sides as he continued reading off his list. Everyone returned their focus toward’s Sebastian while yours affixed to the floor.

“Finny is to tend to the garden, Mei Rin to the cleaning, Baldroy to the kitchen and- ah- yes-“ your eyes snaked back to Sebastian, only for his ruby eyes to peer directly through you.

“The young master wants a special Pâte Brisée (french pie crust) tonight for his pastry desserts. A shipment of supplies will be arriving in the back. See to it that they 

get unloaded and then make your way to the kitchen for prep.” Was he serious? You couldn’t possibly carry all of that yourself!

“That will be all. I trust you all will execute your tasks to the Master’s satisfaction.” Wait, he wasn’t changing his mind?!

“Yes sir!” everyone shouted, scurrying in different directions to prepare for the evening. Was the Lord expecting company? Ugh! the lack of clear communication in this place was driving you insane!

Watching the door’s close, you turned back to see everyone was gone! With a frustrated huff, you hurried to the back of the manor, already contemplating a plan in your head as to how you’re going to unload flour, and salt, and sugar, and fresh butter. 

With a sigh, you felt your shoulders weaken already at the thought.

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Coming to the back, your jaws dropped at the crates of baking supplies already unloaded to perfection. There was a crowbar next to a box of flour that seemed to have the top lifted already. You were thankful the hardest part was over, but now the harder part was beginning.

You dug in the crate, hoisted a sack of flour over your shoulder, and lightly jogged to the storage chamber outside. 

You fetched the storage key from underneath your blouse, fastened it into the lock and helped yourself inside. Once inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting surrounding multiple supplies, peering corner to corner for a spot to place this ridiculously heavy bit of flour! Your arms shaking, you found a clear area to create a new pile of stock, but before you walked back outside, you saw a raspberry-colored Phantomhive bunny rabbit toy carefully stuffed between two barrels.

Odd. You thought, crouching down to retrieve the rabbit. It took a few tugs, but once3 you were able to pull the rabbit from its smushed crevices, you exclaimed for joy!

Click!

What was that noise?! Was that the door! Who must have locked it!

With the bunny still in your hands, you turned back to the doorway, your heart racing in your ears. Then, out of nowhere, a cool breeze crept up the back of your neck. Your hairs stood on edge! This was a carefully constructed storage facility, why was there a sudden breeze!

“Oh, Y/N, it seems as though you’ve fallen short of completing your tasks.” That voice, the same voice that was woven with dark silk echoed in the storage house. But- where was-!

“That just won’t do for a Phantomhive employee. Tell me,”

Suddenly, a pressure pinned you down against a large crate, causing you to drop the rabbit toy at your feet. You shifted your body in a failed attempt to stand to your feet, but the pressure only increased to keep you still. The invisible force grew heavier until you could feel a pair of hands hold your arms behind you.

“Sebastian, you have to let me go so I can finish!” you pleaded, crossing your legs as best as you could to prevent your dress from hiking further.

“Oh, that just won’t do. You see, Y/N, I know you have been performing at a suboptimal level for a while now. And I can’t say that the Master will be too pleased that one of his workers are causing the ship to sink.”

“T-that’s not, true.” you shaking my disagreed. You didn’t want to admit that in Sebastian’s passing you would drop a plate or burn your hand or slice your skin by mistake. Not in this, vulnerable, of a position.

“Well,” Sebastian sucked his teeth in a teasing manner, his physical form manifesting in a tuft of thin black smoke. He leaned his torso down to press you onto the crate further as a smile spread across his face.

“If that isn’t the case, then just what has you so distracted?” you could tell in his tone that he knew the answer all too well.

“Because by the sounds I’ve heard from your bedchamber,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling the rim, causing your stomach to drop to your toes.

“It seems like I’m to blame, M’lady.”

“That’s not-!”

“But I’ll tell you what,” he continued on, ignoring your flustered disposition. Your body grew hot and you were more than certain he could smell your essence building from how you were position. You tried to push the looming fantasy out of your mind, but the way Sebastian’s knee was softly placed between your legs, faintly rubbing the crotch of your pantyhose, your mind was beginning to melt and your legs beginning to grow weaker.

“As I am already bounded to the Lord by Contract, I cannot be a fully devoted servant to you. But,” his crimson eyes glowed fuschia in the darkness, his fangs protruding from his lips in a smile, “I only have one request, and I will let you go.”

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

“Repeat what you said last night. And don’t be shy. I’d just like to hear it again from those lovely lips of yours.”

“Wha- No- I can’t,” you tried to shift again, but Sebastian was just too strong. He suckled on your ear, humming gleefully at the sight of you fighting his constraints like a delicate white rabbit in the clutches of a wolf.

“And why not?” he hummed, “You sounded euphoric as you reached your peak. Please, let me hear it.”

You knew he wasn’t going to let up if you refused. Your pride had slithered to the ground the second Sebastian pinned you down. With a hard swallow, you looked ahead in the darkness, your cheeks burning the same intensity as your quivering sex.

“Sebastian, p-please,”

“With more confidence, lass. The same- exact- way.”

You swallowed again. His demanding tone turned you on more and more without you fully realizing it. You wanted to please him, and you had a feeling he knew you did.

“Sebastian,” you sighed, embarrassed at what’s about to leave your lips. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please make me yours again and again for as long as you’ll have me. I want to feel all of you. I can’t wait any longer!”

The air was silent. All you could hear was your heart. And suddenly, you were turned around to face Sebastian’s. You two were once in the darkness, but like magic candles began to light themselves in a circle around you two. He leaned down to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes burning right through you just like he did in the Grand Hall.

“Is that what you wish, My Lady?”

Shyly, you nodded your head. You could feel him opening your legs inch by inch, causing your pantyhose to rip further up the inseam and splitting at your crotch.

“Well then, I am but a humble servant. And your wish, is my fulfillment.”

Roughly, he pressed his lips to you in a hungered kiss. If you weren’t mistaken, you would have assumed he wanted this the same way you wanted this moment to happen. His tongue found yours and the two danced together for what felt like an eternity. Your nipples hardened under your blouse and your sex began to throb, aching for his touch.

You dreamed about this moment for months and to have it actually happen placed you on a high that you refused to come down from. No amounts of Opium could match this.

He broke the kiss, spittle landing on your chin while you caught your breath. Holding your gaze, he snaked his hand up to your blouse and gave your breast a firm squeeze, rubbing them in small circles as his gaze continued to plaster on you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You didn’t want him to see how much you enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to disobey him. He smirked down at you, squeezing your breasts admirably. He took your nipple between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch, sending your back arched in the air and your legs attempting to close as your clit began to throb, aching for more.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, his voice rumbling in a chuckle.

“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his teeth pulling off his glove tantrically slow. You could see his fangs sinking into the fabric and a part of you wish it was you he was sinking his teeth in.

“Y- yes, Sebastian.” you breathed. You watched his free hand trace his clawed finger down your blouse downwards between your legs. Without much effort, his ripped the crotch area of your pantyhose, sliding them down to your ankles. With another rip, he completely split them in two and returned to his original spot between your legs. Without announcement, he sunk his fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his long, sim thumb. Your essence slicked down his wrist, creating a moist, squishing sound as he prodded in and out of you.

“My my, you were more ready than I thought you were.” he retracted his fingers, suckling each one like your juices were remnants of a raspberry sorbet. His fingers met your quivering cunt once more, rocking your body back and forth, grazing against your sweet spot continuously. You covered your mouth, your moans muffled behind your hand as his slender fingers grazed your sensitive areas completely. He enjoyed the sight under him as your breasts rocked up and down, your cunt gripped against his fingers pleadingly, and your moans escalated under its muffled restraint.

He grew tired of not hearing your moans and instead lowered down to kiss you again. Your moans reverberated in his mouth and it was if it fueled his carnal desires. Quickening his pace, he pushed back and forth with a goal in mind. Your juices dripped down the crate and onto the floor, splashing off his wrist and staining his pants. Your hips lifted in the air and he continued his pace, not letting up to aide you in reaching your orgasm. Your groans turned animalistic as your peak grew closer and closer. He smiled in the kiss, biting down on your lip as he prodded one final time until-

“Mmh! Mmh!” Your legs jerked as your body turned to mush underneath him. Your fluids seeped down your legs as your orgasm hit its peak. With your legs still trembling, Sebastian smiled triumphantly. Not giving you a breather, his engorged member rested at the entrance of your begging, throbbing sex. He looked back into your eyes, those same soft red eyes now glowing a lustful crimson undertone.

“Tell me its mine, lass. and I’ll give it to you.”

Your forehead broke out in a sweat as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t say much, but instead pushed your hips down onto the head of his shaft. From the head alone, your hips trembled at its thickness, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He watched you bounce up and down on the head, its skin glossing with your sweetness.

“Hmmm,” he smiled, “Is that a yes?”

Looking up at him, your lustful gaze meeting his, you nodded in approval.

“Yes,’’ you sighed, “Whenever you crave me, have me. I can’t take it anymore. Please give it to me~”

Sebastian smiled at how much of a dribbling mess you were becoming at the mere feeling of his dick. He pinned both of his wrists above your head and smirked at the sight underneath him.

“You’re so beautiful like this. If I could paint a picture, I would.”

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he pushed inside of you inch by inch. Your begging insides clamped onto him every passing moment, tightening its grip on him to a point that his jaw clenched to stifle a moan. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a man inside of you that it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. But neither of you could wait, you wanted him to move!

His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace for a few moments before he gathered his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you like a long lost lover. He loosened his grip on your wrists and placed both of his hands on your hips. As he claimed every bit of your insides as his your moans echoed off the walls and down his spine. His name repeated off your tongue like a forbidden ritual that only the two of you knew that you recited again, and again, and again. You didn’t care how carnal you sounded, you only cared about Sebastian inside of you. Your juices coated his girth from base to tip, constantly replenished with a fresh stream after every thrust.

“Ah! Sebastian!” You begged, your heartbeat quickening in your ears, “Come inside of me! I beg you!”

“Is that what the Lady wants?” his thrusts intensified as he was close to his peak. He didn’t want this session to end but he knew he had to attend to the other employees. But he knew this would not be the last time he would ravage you.

“Y-yes, Sebastian!” Another moan danced across your lustful lips, “Fill me up, please!”

Without a response, Sebastian planted his lips on yours and pumped hungrily inside of you. Your mind melted out of your ears, the sounds ringing around you and your legs succumbing from the pressure, you felt another orgasm reaching its peak as Sebastians hot seed coated your womb and interlaced with your sweet nectar ounce by ounce.

He seemed to be just fine but you were catching your breath underneath him. Withou removing himself from you, he brushed the droplets of sweat off your brow and kissed your forehead, smiling as he usually would when he executed a task to perfection.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he kissed your neck, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“You and I are actually in charge to make the Young Master’s dessert.”

“And by the taste of you, I think a raspberry cream pie would be just perfect for the evening.”

[kyokutsu-sama]

"S/o is the captain of a squad too, but she is royalty just like Nozel and Fuegoleon, Yami has a crush on her but has never tried to get closer to her because of her status and because he thinks she will never give him a chance. How does Yami act when she's around and how would he try to get closer to her?"

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I really loved this headcanon. And I was curious, how would Nozel, Fuegoleon and William behave in the same situation? S/o can be royalty or not, it's up to you. But she's the new captain of a squad

Hii!! I also enjoyed writing that one.

Here is your request and I hope you like it✨️ Reader is from royalty here too.

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Nozel :

Nozel was one of the first to know that a new squad captain was arriving in the Clover kingdom. At first, he didn't care much about it, but knowing that she was royalty and had great prestige really made him think about the matter. When he arrived in the meeting room and saw her sitting so still and serene, he sat in front of her so he could admire every detail and draw his own conclusions about her. He didn't want to admit it but he was becoming very interested in her and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, trying his best to show that he was the most competent among all the other captains. (Of course, it goes without saying that he would pout, angry at seeing Fuegoleon talking to her or interrupting something he said in the meeting to give a better structured opinion than his) He also couldn't escape Yami's provocations, who was also suspecting that he had feelings for her. "Good morning, Mr. braids! I heard that you're in love with captain L/n. You'd make a great couple!" The other captain teased and he narrowed his eyes at him, feeling angry at the other for that "Get out of my way, you filthy foreigner!"Nozel growled, passing him and Yami laughed out loud "Now look, he's blushing like hell!" Yami pointed and Nozel entered the office slamming the door

Fuegoleon :

Fuegoleon found out from his younger brother that Julius was going to introduce the new captain at a meeting. He was curious to know what she was like. He had been the first captain to arrive in the room, the new captain was already sitting there and looking at him when he came in. Captain Vermillion was somewhat taken aback when he saw her. She was beautiful and all of her showed strength and royalty. He asked if he could stay by her side and she agreed. He spent the entire meeting focused on her and her opinions. Intelligence was also something he took into account and she really captivated him not only with her determination but also with her intelligence. Since then, he started wanting to arrive early at meetings or calling her so they could both meet and talk about certain topics. One of those times, Mereoleona even appeared and interrupted them, with a smile on her face when she saw her brother with another woman. "WHAT?!! My brother finally found a someone. It took a while!" She said, approaching the two who were looking at her, not knowing what to say "SISTER! What do you think you're saying? You're embarrassing Captain L/n and on top of that she's new here!"Fuegoleon scolded his sister but she just laughed at him "I don't care and since you said she's new here, I hope she's at least aware that you're an asshole." The captain just laughed at the two brothers when they both started fighting at that siblings. She would have to get used to it as it was already tradition for the two to fight whenever they crossed paths.

William :

William had received a letter a few days ago to inform him of the arrival of a royal captain. The captain was happy and curious to know that a new comrade would come to help defend the Clover kingdom. Julius called all the captains to meet and that was when William met eyes with the newly arrived captain. He couldn't deny that she was a true royal precision and he even got a little nervous when she looked at him after his scar caught her attention. They both met a few times outside of work to talk and get closer, he was relieved to know that she wasn't bothered by his scar and that everything was fine because it wasn't a problem. William once used his magic to form a bouquet of flowers to offer her and it caused many murmurs within Golden Dawn HQ. Everyone began to leave their duties to spy on the captain's meetings with the woman who was occasionally invited to meet him. (Alecdora in the background like: It should be me! Why not me?)

[justlillythinking]

neteyam nsfw alphabet

warnings- obv nsfw, older! neteyam so a little ooc?

repost since the last one was marked

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

very sweet and caring, will hold you with an arm around your shoulder while you curl into his chest for a little, then kiss you on the head and get up to get you both some water + snacks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part is his arms/ hands, he loves using them on you to hold you and finger you.

his favorite body part on you is definitely back and thighs, he loves seeing how your back muscles flex when you go to shoot something with your bow, or how your thighs flex as you ride your ikran.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

likes to cum on your back, on your stomach or in you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

low key wants you to be in (a little) danger so he can swoop in and save you with a whole “how can i repay you” moment

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i’d say he’s mildly experienced, has figured out pretty good ways to please you but still needs some direction ex; “harder”, pulling on his hair when he eats you out. he’s a quick learner though

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

standing shower sex or lazy doggy style.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i think that you two could laugh abt something small or laugh at weird noises but mostly loving and sensual sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

balls are hairless and a straight medium length triangleish shape above his cock

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

definitely more of a loving partner than a very sexual/rough, but wants to spice stuff up sometimes w choking and bruising; you would both do it more often but he says he feels bad hurting you even though you tell him he’s not.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

definitely does it when he’s busy/ away from you, but knows if you’re there you want to please him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

bruising your hips/ waist bc he was gripping too hard.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

at home or at the beach.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

the noises you make, feeling you rake your fingers down his toned back and gripping on his hair.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

a threesome would be a no bc he wants you to feel like the spotlight is always on you and you alone.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

loves both receiving and giving, but would rather give because he loves the noises you have and how you tug on his locs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

probably in the middle, but his strokes are powerful and well placed.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

likes doing quickies in the morning, before going to dinner, or whenever he is feeling especially pent up but would rather have long loving sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

would maybe do a public quickie, would definitely go skinny dipping with you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

probably 2 rounds but can last for up to 20 minutes, and gives you head multiple times.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

a vibrator for you when he is gone, and a cock ring for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to act like a huge tease but will give in pretty fast and overstimulate you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

grunts and sighs, sings praises and the occasional moan. 7/10- vocal but not the most

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

will pin you against a tree or the ground by your wrists and leave hickies all over you breasts and neck, then when he goes to eat you out the nips at your thighs w his fangs

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i mean he’s 8’2 so it’s prob 10 inches, a slightly lighter blue than the rest of his body but he’s darker toward the tip. thick at the base but gets a little thinner toward the top, but his tip is the same width as base.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

wants to have some sort of interaction(receiving or giving oral or hand) everyday but doesn’t need sex sex every day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

waits until you fall asleep, then wraps a blanket around the both of you and snuggles closer.

format from multi-fandom-imagine

[cheolism]

DEVOTION (TEASER)

✰ — choi san x gang leader!reader ✷ — summary: after a year of fighting in a rebellion, san was tired of battle. like an angel, a goddess, you offered him peace. ✰ — teaser wc is approx. 1.8k ✷ — genre: nsfw, mafia/gang society, themes of worship, cultish, power imbalance. simp!san for his "rescuer". ✰ — warnings: violence and murder; mature themes. morally gray reader and san (san is the equivalent of a stray puppy you’re nice to once and then never leaves you alone ever again). ✷ — rating: 18+. ✰ — note: this fic draws inspiration from the roman colosseum and society with a mafia. the reader in this fic is the leader of a gang, or a “sect” that inhabits a city and she is referred to as “the empress”. FULL FIC TO BE RELEASED OCTOBER 25.

p r o l o g u e .

the city held its breath when you fall ill. it's a fleeting illness, your aunt, who was left regent in the wake of your illness, announced. the empress will return to her duties as quickly as possible.

and then nothing happened for six months.

rumors spread. you'd died and your death was kept a secret to prevent rival sects from trying to steal territory; you'd been kidnapped for ransom and the "sickness" is a smokescreen. some spoke of treachery, but that's quickly hushed up. for who would dare betray the empress, the sweet little lamb of a girl who crowns her citizens with flowers?

your aunt was found dead in a pool, and you began to get better.

the city let out a relieved breath.

you began to appear in public once more. the city basked in your attention. all seemed to thrive. you kept the city secure under your watch, each entrance and exit under firm surveillance, guards on the corners of streets with guns at their hips, politicians carrying suitcases of powder, corrupt men and women entering your penthouse and never seen leaving.

"it's wrong," said choi bada to his brother. "she'll run our sect to the ground."

and once again the city held its breath as choi bada blew up your favorite temple.

war had begun.

choi san had no choice but to stand beside his brother. surely choi bada was right; he wouldn't steer san in the wrong direction. he wouldn't do the wrong thing.

temples crumble; public buildings were desecrated with bullets and blood. san got used to the feeling of fighting, of bruised muscles and blood staining his clothes; he got used to the feeling of wrongness, of feeling as if he was walking a dark and dangerous path of sin.

then choi bada was killed.

the empress, it is relayed to san as he was chained to a wall, was giving him a choice: die beside his treacherous brother or fight in the empress's arena for her forgiveness.

in the end the choice was easy. after all, san had been fighting for the past year of his life. what was one last battle?

the final body striked the ground, face having turned a violent mixture of red and purple, blood staining his mouth and teeth, and the crowd roared with approval. 

it was deafening. the screams and shouts of the crowd nearly drowned out the thundering of blood in san’s ear, his adrenaline shooting through his body like waves crashing down against rock. he couldn’t think. he couldn’t do anything other than stand there in arena, looking at the bodies littering the sand. 

“our winner!” declared a voice, loud and booming even without a microphone. the overseer moved into the arena, his clothes a bright, clean stain against the bloodied sand. he effortlessly wove around bodies to get to san. “our champion!”

the overseer grabbed san’s forearm. the other man’s hand was spotless against san’s skin, dirt and sand and sweat molded to flesh. san protested for a moment, instinctively pulling away. 

he had been fighting for as long as he could remember. touch meant hurt, and he had long stop expecting otherwise. 

the overseer laughed at san, lips twisted thin and wide. he grabbed at san again. “keep easy, pup,” he hissed out. “you’ve won the fight. congratulations. but you won’t win the battle if you keep trying to bite.”

san wanted to punch this man. he remembered how the overseer had introduced him, the sanke in wolf’s skin, the brother of the traitorous subordinate to the empress. he remembered the overseer glancing over him, loudly announcing that he’d do. 

san was just another pawn for entertainment to the overseer; to the crowd. he was just another puppy expected to sit and lay and play dumb. 

he’d been fighting for so long. who would fault him if he were to swing around and throw a punch into the overseer’s face? who’d disapprove if he were to slam the man into the ground, if he were to fucking drive his knee into his stomach? 

san made to draw back. he cast a wild look around, searching for something. instead of aid, his eyes caught on the large screen. for a split second he saw himself, feral and filled with hatred. then the screen switched, showing the empress. 

the empress’s lips were split in a smile, showing off the white of her teeth. she had her chin resting on her hand, watching; watching san.

“our champion!” the overseer yelled out once more. “the winner of our empress’s victory! choi san!”

the crowd’s praise grew to a frantic roar, rabid with their adoration. he couldn’t see them, the lights of the arena bright. they loved this, san knew; loved blood, loved fighting. it was a performance to them. it didn’t matter who was in the arena. they were all dispensable. 

what mattered who walked out. 

“to the empress,” said the overseer, moving his hand to clap san’s shoulder. his nails dug into san’s flesh. “she was most impressed by your little performance.”

san let the overseer direct him from the arena. the crowd was alight with awe, despite knowing san. well: despite knowing san’s brother. despite knowing that for the past year san had fought alongside his brother, war replacing the blood in his veins, soft words replaced by venom. 

none of that mattered anymore. none of it mattered now that san had won, had survived a fight against forty-nine others. he was blessed, the crowd saw now; blessed by the gods and to be blessed by the empress. 

he had punched and murdered and shot relentlessly in the name of his brother for the past year. and as the overseer bid the guard to open the gate separating the sands of the arena from the crowd, san realized he wouldn’t be expected to fight anymore. 

because that was why he had been fighting, wasn’t it? 

he was bound by blood to fight alongside his brother. even as he realized it was wrong – fighting for the sake of it, fighting for the sake of power was wrong. he had to stand beside his brother.

and now he was stepping from the arena, stepping from the sands of war and leaving behind bodies he had injured with his own hands. he realized he could leave it all behind. he walked in a prisoner, was walking out a winner. he won the empress’s crown; would wear the flowers of victory. 

his brother was no longer his ruler. 

now it was – 

“the empress,” the overseer began, speaking loudly into san’s ears as to be heard over the crowd. people reached out to press their fingers against san. he didn’t know why. he had been bathed before the arena, but it didn’t matter. he was covered in sweat and grime. he was bruised and scratched. 

someone pressed their fingers against san’s bicep. he flinched back, inadvertently pushing back into the overseer. the other man gripped san tight. “when you see the empress, you won’t look the empress in the eye. kneel at the empress’s feet. both knees, hands on the ground, forehead between. the empress will say your name. you will announce your wrongdoings and beg for forgiveness. if she forgives, you will earn the empress’s victory. don’t look at her. don’t say anything beyond what i have instructed you.”

the overseer directed san up the stands. there were all kinds of people: some wore tattered clothes; some suits, hair greased back; some industry uniforms. they were all youthful and vibrant beneath the arena lights. 

the empress and the empress’s court, as it were, were separated from the rest. the empress’s balcony overlooked the entire arena. only the elite within the gang – sect, san remembered, within the sect – were allowed to sit this far up, this near the empress. 

and it showed. they wore polished suits and glittering jewels. the holsters of guns were bedazzled and glimmering. instead of cans of beer, they held crystal glasses. these were the ones the empress trusted most – no, san corrected again. the empress doesn’t trust anyone. these are the ones that have gained, in one way or another, the empress’s approval. 

murderers and sellers; crooks and robbers. 

san was directed up a short staircase. he stepped foot onto the platform. the metal was covered in soft, lush rugs. incense was lit, overtaking the dusty air of the arena with a fragrant scent. it was purified; they were purifying the space. 

san’s eyes flitted over the rising smoke from the incense, and then he caught sight of the empress. 

caught sight of you. 

“eyes,” the overseer warned. 

san fixed his eyes onto the ground. the overseer guided him with a hand on the shoulder, steering him towards the center of the podium where you sat. once the overseer adjusted san so his shoulders were square with you, presumably, he dug his hand down onto san. san went, obediently, to his knees. 

his knees, bruised and raw from fighting, hit the soft carpet. san placed the palms of his hands down against the rug, his knuckles violently red from all the punching he had done, already swelling – and he placed his forehead down against the carpet. 

something settled the crowd, silence taking over and reigning. 

a voice broke through. “choi san,” you said, “younger brother to our dearest choi bada, of the formerly respected choi clan.”

your court tittered with laughter at the reminder of how far he had fallen. 

“no worry.” your voice neared. you had risen from your chair – your throne. “the man you were when you walked into the arena is no more. now you are before me, clean from your sins if you so wish. 

“tell me: choi bada spoke of treachery and murder, of annihilation of our precious sect; do you concur with your brother’s disastrous agenda?”

san spoke to the ground, but, he found, he was speaking from the heart. “no.”

two letters, one syllable. 

that’s all it took to renounce his brother, to turn his back on his brother’s corpse. 

“no,” you echoed. “yet you had fought alongside him. you had killed and burned alongside him. were you not his most trusted?”

san scraped his nails against the rug. “i was.”

you hummed. san thought he recognized the tune, but then it was gone just as he was able to reach out and catch the thread of it. “you could have chosen loyalty to this true emperor, as he proclaimed himself. my guard would have killed you alongside choi bada. and yet you entered my arena, fought, and won. you entered to leave your old life behind, yes? you entered to renounce your clan.”

“yes.”

“and so you will,” you said. “rise, choi san, and know that no hatred, no ill-will, will be held to you.”

slowly, as if you were a predator, a lion, and he were the prey, a mouse, san moved. he lifted himself from the bow. he did not stand. he remained kneeling, palms placed on the torn fabric stretching over his knees. san kept his face towards the ground. 

“let me see you.”

san thought back to the overseer and his warning: don’t look. he wasn’t to look at you. yet you were asking, were telling him to look. 

so san looked. 

[fraugwinska]

Guys, here we are - my first try at VOX x Reader! ;> Who knew we would be here one day? And it's all thanks to @macabr3-barbi3, for whom this bribe was intended, but we'll graciously share it with you ;> Don't worry though - I am a Deer Girl through and through. Just with a side of TV Slut now (once in a while)

Vox x Reader : Hatefuck prompt - 18+ - Minors DNI!

Pretty Desperate

"Sir, your 6 o'clock is here."

"She can fucking wait, I need another five."

Vox rubbed at his temples, staring down at the monitor in front of him as Papermint quickly retreated from the control room, the clipboard the little shit always carried clutched in front of his chest. He had dreaded this particular meeting the whole day.

Alastor's bitch, the little assistant he had hired not a month before had been nothing but trouble. And if Vox was honest, not only to him, but also to Alastor himself. The Radio Demon had been completely clueless to the goddamn puppy crush the assistant had on him.

It made Vox sick.

Little Miss Nobody wasn't even that hot! Just an average looking demon. A bit short, not really muscular, no wings, no tail, no tits, nothing special, except for a pair of twisted horns and a somewhat nice ass. Following Alastor around like a lost dog, carrying his coat, running errands for him, all the while fluttering her lashes and smiling coyly at him, thinking nobody noticed.

Except Vox did. He fucking noticed, and he wanted to throw up.

He could understand, honestly, why the assistant had the hots for Al. His friend was charming, had a killer body, and his voice was a goddamn treat to listen to, especially when he got all excited and happy about something. His laugh was loud, a tad maniacal, and it always made Vox shiver to his bones.

But the problem was, the feeling wasn't mutual. Alastor wasn't into his assistant. Didn't have the hots for her, and wouldn't want to get between her thighs even if she shoved his microphone in her cunt. Al had never even touched her, or anyone else for that matter. Vox knew that, from first hand experience, and still he hated this bitch. He hated how she thought she had any chance with Alastor. And he hated her because he didn't have a chance with Alastor either.

Not that it was her fault per se, but still. She had some audacity, to even think to have a chance when Vox hadn't even gotten past a fucking friendly pat on the shoulder yet.

"Fuck!"

Papermint flinched, and Vox felt his lips twitch, the little shit had entered again without him noticing.

"Mr. Vox, your-"

"Yeah yeah, I know, send her in. And get me a drink, and make it a strong one."

He nodded, hurrying to get the requested drink before opening the door to let Alastor's assistant inside. She had a stack of folders under her arm, and a nervous look on her face. She had a thing against the Vee's, especially him, and it made him want to strangle her, even though he knew that his overall appearance, the sharp angles of his screened head and the cold look he always gave her was most likely the reason for her nervousness.

"Mr. Vox-"

"No small talk, get to the point. I'm sure Alastor wouldn't have sent you here if it wasn't something urgent."

"O-oh, of course. There was a... situation, I was instructed to deliver these to you, while Mr. Alastor has gone to check it out."

"And he didn't bother calling?"

"It was quite sudden, and he wasn't sure if you would answer your landline."

Vox grunted, Alastor's refusal for any modern technology past fucking landlines and telegrams was getting on his last nerves more and more, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he wanted to live in the stone age, that was his business.

"Hand those over and get out.”

"I'm afraid I was instructed to stay until you've taken care of them."

"As fucking usual."

He knew for a fact that Alastor sent her here only to annoy him. Those papers didn't need checking, Vox would only look over them and stamp a little print on the front saying 'Approved', and they were done. But his friend loved to tease him, and ever since Vox had voiced his dislike against his assistant, Alastor had gotten a certain morbid joy out of pushing him to work together with her.

"Yes, fuck, whatever. Let's get this shit over with. Come in, and shut the door behind you."

At least she kept her mouth shut while he skimmed over the content of said papers, drinking from the tumbler filled with what tasted like Gin. For once she wasn't being annoying, and she didn't stare at him defiantly the way she usually did. She looked defeated in a way, the usual sass in her stance missing as she waited, silently and unmoving next to him, hands folded tightly in front of her. Odd.

"What's the matter, dollface? Alastor finally told you he'll never fuck you?", he smirked, turning a page and scribbling his signature at the bottom of the page.

He heard a quiet, shaking breath, and for the first time since she entered the room, he looked directly at her.

Her eyes were burning red, and Vox hadn't realized she had been crying, but she clearly was. Silent, thick tears escaped her eyes, running slowly down her cheeks, leaving trails where her finger wiped them off hastily.

"Oh, seems like I've hit the bull's eye. Fuck, doll, stop crying, I get that he rejected you, but that's just pathetic."

"Leave me alone. What does it matter to you anyway?", she whispered, more tears running down her face.

"Like I care, you'll run back to Al with your little tears and tell him how much you're pining for him, how desperate you are. Maybe that's a bit of his kink and he'll actually consider it, who knows. You might get a pity-fuck with one of his voodoo-minions at the end, is that what you want?"

He expected her to respond, expected her to either throw something at him or slap his stupid grin off his screen. He certainly hadn't expected what happened. She sobbed and slapped a hand across her own face, silencing the heart-wrenching noise she emitted. But Vox had to watch how her whole expression just crumbled, he watched her face turn red, and how she wiped over her face furiously, swiping away more tears that were still coming.

For a few moments, Vox sat frozen in his chair, unable to process the situation. The paper in his hand was crumpled in his grip. It wasn't a little crush, that was painfully obvious. Fuck, what was her name again? Did she like Alastor for real?

"Alright, shit. You, uh... sit down."

He pushed another chair forward with his foot.

"Wh-why would I..."

"Because you don't really look stable on your fucking legs, and I hate this bullshit already, so come over here, take a fucking seat and pull yourself together."

She made a face, sniffling pitifully before crossing the short distance towards the chair.

"How long?"

She bit her lip, a bitter laugh escaping her as she sat down.

"Ever since I've started working for him."

"Oh wow, that must be so hard on you, sweetheart." Vox voice dripped of sarcasm. He leaned over to her, shoving his half-full glass of gin in her direction with a scrutinizing smile. "Try seven decades, then we can talk."

For the first time her lips turned upwards, not quite a smile, but the scowl wasn't there anymore.

"You're no better off than me."

He scoffed in response, filling the tumbler back up to the brim. She took it carefully, taking a few sips from the translucent liquid. Vox eyed her for a moment, wondering if she would spit it back out. Okay, she wasn't that ugly. Her lips were nice and puffy, pink, a color not that usual in hell, almost human-like.

"Maybe not, but at least I have the decency to not follow him around like a lost dog. That's just sad."

"You're one to judge."

Vox laughed a humorless laugh. "Oh-ho. Have we found our backbone, doll? I actually hate you a little less like this. It gets boring, the whole spiel with the kiss-ups constantly trying to lick Alastor's boots... or anything else."

"He never notices anyway."

"Nope. Doesn't notice shit.", Vox takes the glass from her and empties it in one big gulp.

"And still you hate me."

"Of course I fucking hate you."

"Why? Because you want him for yourself? Because you can't stand it that someone else wants him? That I want him?"

Vox snorted, the sound a bit static-y, and she flinched.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, I don't give a fuck about what you want. He doesn't give half a shit about you. He doesn't want you - End of the story. But if he did, he'd deserve much better than you. You're a whiny little bitch, you follow him like a kicked puppy, and you're a fucking annoyance. Al can do better than that."

Her wet eyes burned with fury. Huh. The bitch had a little bite in her after all, good to know.

"Fuck you, you're no better. You're an arrogant, narcissistic, stuck-up prick, you think everyone loves you and worships the ground you're walking on, you act all high and mighty, you're a bully, a control freak and a manipulative asshole."

He had to admit, she hit a few bullet points herself. But that didn't mean he liked her. He stood up, taking a step towards her. Her face was tinted red, anger clear in her round face. Now that was something he could work with.

"At least I don't cry about it like a pathetic little loser."

She was crying again, angry tears this time, her eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on her lips. Fucking perfect.

"I fucking hate you, too."

"Good."

Vox leaned over her, gripping her chin harshly. She flinched, and a new tear rolled down her cheek, falling on her blouse and wetting the dark fabric. She was trembling, but she wasn't moving away from him. He smirked, his hand wandering up, fingers digging into her cheeks painfully, and then his lips were on hers, hard and rough. She tasted salty from her tears, but there was a certain sweetness, a bittersweet note of her own, and the faint taste of gin. She made a small, protesting noise, but her hand gripped his arm, holding onto him tightly.

He broke the kiss, staring down at her, her lips swollen and reddened, her cheeks flushed and stained with tear marks, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Get on the desk."

He grabbed her and picked her up easily, setting her down on the large table. He grabbed her chin again, and she glared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, but a deviant smile on her face.

"Fuck you."

He smirked.

"Exactly."

The blouse tore like paper when he ripped it open. Her tits were actually nice, not as big as he was used to, but round and perky. She was panting heavily, and he had a feeling she hadn't expected this turn of events. Well, neither had he, but right now, Vox couldn't care less. All he cared about was his rage-filled desire to fuck this shitty feeling out of his system and the invitingly wet stain on her panties as he shoved her pencil skirt up her thighs, the way she squirmed and arched her back slightly, silently begging him to touch her. He leaned over her, capturing her mouth again, and he couldn't help the smirk at the way she kissed him back, a tad aggressive and demanding. His fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric, rubbing her clit lightly. She moaned quietly, breaking the kiss. Vox didn't waste a second, pushing a finger inside her.

She was hot and slick, and she was fucking tight. Vox groaned, and she whimpered, a high-pitched noise that went straight to his groin.

"Look at you, so wet already. What would Alastor say if he saw you like this, moaning like a cheap slut for another guy?"

He grinned, thrusting the finger harder and adding a second. She was almost dripping, the noises his fingers made were obscene, and it was fucking hot.

"He'd scold me for downgrading myself to someone like you."

Vox laughed as he added a third finger, bending them skillfully to hit just the right spot. "Oh please, you're a mess, doll. Your cunt is dripping, and you're trembling. And still you're trying to be a snarky little bitch."

He rubbed her clit again, and she gasped. He had to admit, her pussy was probably the best one he had felt in a while, and it was definitely the most fun he had ever had with a woman. Usually it was all him calling the shots, the women he fucked were usually dumb and eager to please, and not really capable of sassing him back the way she was doing now.

"You're one to talk, finger-banging me while having a hard-on. Is it because fucking his assistant is the closest you'll ever get to fucking Alastor?"

He didn't give her the satisfaction of a reply (of course he had a good one), but instead he removed his fingers in a swift swipe, ignoring the way she whimpered at the loss. He undid his belt and zipper, freeing his aching cock, his newest, upgraded model. She stared at it, wide-eyed, and for the first time, she actually looked intimidated, unsure... scared. Vox grinned satisfied, stroking himself a few times.

"Don't worry, dollface, it'll fit, and it'll feel really good. And the best thing - if you stop your constant bitching, maybe I'll even make you cum."

He rubbed the head of his dick over her clit, the LED's on it brightly illuminating her core in a blue hue, and she let out a strangled moan at the sensation. Her face was red and flushed, her eyes half-lidded, and she looked so goddamn sultry with her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening.

Vox grabbed her hips, pulling her close until her ass was at the edge of the table, and then he lined up his cock.

"Last chance to back out, sweetheart."

He couldn't believe his own words. Was he really offering her a way out? Why did he even care, he was the one with his dick out, and she was the one that would have to take the consequences of this whole hate-fuck-thing, he'd be fine either way.

She looked up at him, her face determined.

"Alastor always told me you're all talk, no action. Was he right?"

Oh, this little bitch was going to regret that. He pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily. He was big, and she was so fucking tight, it was incredible. She cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound.

"Too much action for you?"

She didn't answer, instead she was trying her hardest not to move, her hands firm on his shoulders, and Vox had to give her that, she did a good job of staying still, only the slightest of trembles visible on her legs as she willed herself to relax around him so he could move.

He was throbbing inside her, the walls of her cunt pulsing and fluttering painfully around him, and it was taking everything he had to let her at least adjust and not just fuck her right into the table. He was still holding her hips, the tips of his fingers digging into her skin, probably leaving marks, and he was sure that the force with which he was gripping her would leave traitorous, colorful bruises. Markings, his markings on Alastor's bitch. The thought made him shiver, sending electric currents down his spine as he pulled out slowly, the drag deliciously torturous. And then he thrusted back in, all the way. Hard. Her pussy clenched deliciously around him, and Vox threw his head back, a silent moan leaving his throat as he moved in and out, feeling her stretch and contract around his length, sucking him in greedily.

He felt his body overheat, electrical current flowing through him in intense pulses straight to his dick, adding another sensation to the already wonderful tight, wet, hot feeling enveloping him. He might need a little fix-me-up, it had been a while since someone got this much of a reaction out of him. The room was quiet, only her rapid panting and the sound of her cunt swallowing his cock with every pull filled the air, the noices slick and sloppy. Vox pressed one finger firmly on her clit, making her arch her back as he began circling it, the heels of her feet pressing painfully into his lower back as he increased his pace. His own breathing was starting to become labored, short puffs of static leaving him.

"Say his name", he heard himself demand, the sound of his own voice was low and static-y.

"Wh-"

"You fucking heard me, say his name. Call for him while I'm fucking you, come on, princess. See if he cares."

He increased his pace, hammering in and out of her, the air was heavy with the thick smell of sex and arousal, and she was becoming louder, keening, gasping, mewling.

"Fuck you.", she gasped.

"Wrong, try again."

Vox slowed, changing the angle to thrust right up where it made her shake. He smirked when her toes curled. "Come on, I know you can say it, I'll make it easy on you, I'll say it with you: A. La. Stor."

With every syllable he pumped into her a bit harder, the electricity from his fingertips stinging her clit, and the extra sensation had her shudder, a shaky moan leaving her throat. Vox wasn't giving her any chances to catch her breath, the air was filling with the familiar buzz of static electricity, the screens inside the room began to flicker as more and more electricity flowed from the TV overlord into her body, to her limbs.

"Oh my...fucking god... Vox!"

Her hands dug into his suit, and then she gasped, a beautiful, long, drawn-out moan ripping through her chest as her back arched, her heels digging harder into his lower back. She shuddered, violently, and came, the feeling of her pulsating muscles sucking him in combined with his fucking name rolling from her lips completely doing it for him. With one last, well placed thrust, and her voice in his ears calling for him and not Alastor, he buried his dick deep inside her cunt, riding out his own orgasm with small, careful thrusts, hissing quietly as her tight walls were milking him for all his worth.

He leaned forward, his forearms framing her on the table, and he huffed. Fuck, that was intense.

Her whole body was buzzing with the electrical currents he was putting off, and her muscles were tense as she willed herself to breath, gasping softly. Vox smirked and released a bit more power just for shits and giggles, just enough to make her gasp again, and he watched as her lips formed a tiny 'O' as the currents jerked every muscle in her body, making her walls tighten one more time around his softening dick and forcing another soft grunt from his own lips. He let off after that, knowing how tiring it could be.

He carefully pulled out, watching a mix of his cum and her own juices dribble out of her cunt, and he huffed at the sight, giving a quick rub to her swollen clit to push the rest of his cum inside.

She laid motionless for a second, staring at the ceiling blankly, and Vox was just wondering whether he had actually fried her brain, when she shifted, pulling her panties back into place. She looked up, and her almost human eyes found his digital ones, a very soft, amused, almost fond look settling on her features.

"You are really pathetic." She pushed herself off the desk, wobbly on her knees but upright while she pulled her skirt down and tidied her clothes, putting the ripped blouse back together as best as she could. "But I have to hand it to you - you know how to fuck."

Vox grinned smugly. "Baby, what do you think got me where I am now?"

"Mhm. Anyway- that was fun. Very entertaining, as Alastor would say. Might need a new blouse though."

She gathered the signed papers in front of her chest to hide the gaping hole exposing one of her tight breasts, opened the door and gave him a last glance over her shoulder, an impish smile on her round, flushed face. "I still fucking hate you."

For a few minutes, Vox remained behind, a dumb grin on his lips. He should really ask for her name at some point, he guessed, especially if Alastor planned for him to work with her again.

Hopefully in the near future.

[squadmuse]

NSFW ALPHABET

THE LUKE ALVEZ EDITION

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Luke is very caring and attentive after sex, sure to ask if you are okay and if you’re sore. Bubble baths and soapy showers after sex always happen with Luke. If you’re hungry, then he’ll either make you a small meal or order something in.

B - Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s body)

Luke loves his mouth and his upper arms, knowing how much they turn you on. His tongue is quite devilish and the dirtiest of words drip from his plush lips. On you, Luke loves your ass and breasts as he can’t choose. He loves holding and grabbing them as he fucks you in any position.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)

Luke loves cumming in your mouth, and on your face too. When you’re in a serious long term relationship however, Luke stops wearing a condom and comes to love cumming inside your pussy.

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Luke loves hotel sex with you and only you. It’s not that he is particularly into exhibitionism but the added edge of potentially being caught & other guests hearing gets him so hard.

E - Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what they are doing?)

Luke isn’t as experienced as many think he is, but he certainly knows what he is doing and does it well. He’s great at oral sex too.

F - Favourite Position (again, pretty self explanatory…)

Luke knows it’s quite vanilla to some, but he adores missionary with you and getting to see your face & all your expressions.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Luke has a wicked sense of humour and sometimes he says something in bed that has the two of you laughing out loud. However he is also very serious and can be a man on a mission pulling orgasm after orgasm from your body, especially if he’s been away from you too long.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Luke is fairly groomed, he knows he has thick dark locks up top and so keeps on top of it down below too.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

Luke is so very romantic, very doting and sweet. He loves being intimate with you in various ways, and making you feel like a goddess is his duty.

J - Jack Off (masturbation…)

It usually happens when he’s away on a case, or when Luke knows you’re not feeling up for sex due to your period or something and he doesn’t want to bother you - so it usually happens in the shower under hot steamy water. However when you walked in on him one time in the en-suite, you made him cum so quickly as you jacked him off and muttering the dirtiest things he’s ever heard.

K - Kink (what are their kink/s?)

Exhibitionism (to an extent), loves tying you up with his cuffs, ties etc. and Luke Alvez lives for you in itty bitty black lace lingerie (and if you do a striptease or lap dance to him, he’s putty in your hands)

L - Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

Shower sex, bedroom & living room, kitchen, hotel room & his car (when not anywhere too public)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going?)

Luke gets so hard seeing you in black lace lingerie, pretty dresses and when you’re sticking up for yourself. Also whenever you speak dirty or tease him too. Luke also loves seeing you with Roxy, and when you come home after a run with her & you’re all sweaty, happy and exhilarated? Man is he wanting you.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?)

Luke won’t do anything too public, he also won’t hurt you or ever degrade you. He’s seen some awful sights in his career and it’s just something he’s unable to do. He’ll also never ever want to choke or do somnophilia with you.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

Oh Luke is so good at giving oral and always does it as foreplay before he fucks you. He is so attentive to your body and picks up each & every cue or clue your body gives him. But he also loves it so much when you do it back to him, feeling you suck him off so so well that it has him trying so hard to not cum right away.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough, soft and sensual?)

Luke is a sensual guy, he likes to have a passionate love life with you and his pace ruins you whatever way he does it. However again due to his work & what he sees, Luke can be extremely tender and soft as he wants to be more, do more than just make love. Drunk sex with Luke is usually a lot more fast & rough, almost hazardous and frantic.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc.)

Luke loves quickies with you, and sometimes with how unpredictable his hours are, it can be all he can give you for a week or more. So while he enjoys them because they’re with you, he isn’t that big a fan of them at the same time and much prefers to not.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Luke Alvez aka Adrenaline Junkie — he loves that rush that risky sex gives him. He won’t do anything too risky however as he’s a government official with the FBI. Experimentation happens more as your relationship develops in the long term.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Oh Luke has an absolutely phenomenal stamina and lasts a lot of rounds, and you are absolutely ruined when he’s finally sated. He’s very fit and active, and his refractory period surprisingly quick too.

T - Toys (do they own toys, do they use toys? on a partner or themselves?)

Luke isn’t that interested in toys other than what he & you use to tie each other up with; his cuffs, ropes, his ties etc. but he enjoys the rare time that he gets to use a vibrator on you and when you call him when he’s in his hotel room, that telltale buzz gets him so hard.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he is such a tease, Luke loves doing it to you. But the thing is that he’s such a sweetheart and soft at heart that he caves as soon as he sees you squirming and wanting.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make etc?)

Luke is very loud, especially at home. He’s quieter when you’re in a hotel room or vacation cabin, not wanting to actually get caught or reprimanded. At the same time however, Luke is able to whisper the hottest sounds that have you so wet.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Luke is surprised to find out that he is very interested in knocking you up and getting him pregnant with his babies, and that breeding kink & the resulting pregnancy sex gets him raring to go so fast that he’s nervous about telling you.

X - X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Very thick and a delicious length also, you’re not disappointed one bit.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Luke has a high sex drive but he is able to control it and isn’t an addict or pest.

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Luke spoons you afterwards or has you snuggled against him with your head on his chest and he enjoys watching you drift off to sleep and be so vulnerable with him. He hates falling asleep without you and always kisses your forehead before falling asleep himself.