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forget me not — knight!satosugu x male reader

warning: mdni, porn w/ plot, royalty au, prince!reader, knight!satosugu, historical inaccuracies, two ( 2 ) smut scenes: brat!reader, spanking, dirty talk, light feminization, praise / degradation, backshots, possessiveness, jealousy, breeding, overstim, dp, oral, rimming, snowballing, eiffel tower position, mocking, unprotected sex, creampie, arranged marriage ( ment ), full nelson, sub!bottom!reader

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.˚｡♡୨୧ ꒰ sonny says…: this took sooo long t’write but m’actually very happy with the result, hehe !! hope you guys like it too!!

There’s been a disturbance in the force. A rude, sudden awakening plastered on village bulletin boards and hammered into the story-seeking minds of money hungry journalists. The Baron’s son has gone missing.

They say it happened in the midst of the day, unexpected and all too sudden. He was left under the care of Kento Nanami— whom you’ve met a few times, and if you’re being honest. . . You wouldn’t mind taking up the man’s services while the Baron’s son is still missing.

It has nothing to do with you, frankly, seeing as you’ve never been kidnapped. You’re certainly not the Baron’s son— oh, you have much more authority than that— and you’re nowhere near as reckless as he is. Was? In fact, had you been as reckless as to take up the hobby of carriage riding, you’d have taken a butler or two with you. Not that you doubt your abilities in combat— sure, you’ve never thrown an actual punch in your life— but it shouldn’t be too hard. Whatever the status of his stolen life, it has nothing to do with you.

Until it does.

“Satoru Gojo, at your service!” The words are stolen from your mouth before they can even rise, and your hands are being enveloped in the warmth of long, pale palms. His grip is firm, albeit bouncy with vigor as he jolts your hand up and down, nearly snapping your arm clean off.

Satoru. . . Is very pretty. It’s apparent before you even take in his features. It shows in his voice, rich and sweet— you can hear the lopsided smile in it. It shows in his stature: playful yet confident, as if he’s done this a million times before. He doesn’t need good posture to tower over the masses, but he has it anyway. His blazing white hair…Now that’s an anomaly.

Taking note of your strain to wiggle free, he huffs dramatically, swatting your hand away as if it was him who wanted free. He taps a clean fingernail against his bottom lip once, then twice, and leans over to place his face directly in front of your own— increasingly taller by the second. With zero comprehension of personal space, he tilts his gaze up from your hand to your lips. His breath smells faintly of custard tarts, but it’s the smell of his expensive cologne that curves your judgment. For a moment, you consider what it’d be like— being wrapped up in his honey-smooth scent. His voice lowers to a whisper as he tilts his head, “The pleasure’s all mine.”

“You look a mess.” The voice behind him is just as smooth, rich and deep and accompanied by inky, dark hair that you’re sure is against the knightley regime. But you don’t mind it— it’s hard to, especially when it’s attached to someone so. . . beautiful. His eyes match his hair, sleek and sharp dark pools that you’re sure have maidens swooning. His earlobes are stretched, something not as common amongst those of a lower royal status, but it suits him. He’s Suguru Geto, you’ve learned— as Gojo introduces him without a thought, like they’ve known each other for years.

It’s quite evident they do, with the way the white-haired male swings a playful arm over his shoulders and a smile spreads across the brunette’s handsome face. It makes something in your stomach twist, and you’ve decided— just upon feeling it— that you don’t like it.

“He meant to say the pleasure’s ours.”

The garden is peaceful. Full of peonies and orchids, arrays of pink hues and periwinkle petals that dance in the breeze. Leaving little to the imagination sits green leaves of shrubs and berry bushes, lined up along the perimeter of the outstandingly large green-room. Gravel trails of small rocks and shiny pebbles leave a great walkway through the center of every row, bleeding into the rich soil that holds blush roses. You’d spent many sleepless nights here, bare feet digging into the pellets as you’d danced to the celebratory music of the crickets, joining fireflies in their soirée. Kissed by the setting sun, its glowing, orange-yellow rays beam down into the crisp air. You breathe in, deep and full, lungs expanding with rose seeds and baby’s breath. Running your fingertips along the dainty petals, droplets of rainwater tickle your skin. You wish you were a flower, self reliant and free. Devastatingly beautiful under every eye.

Smacked dead center of the garden is a large fountain, sculpted cherubs with gold leaking through the crevices of their wings. Baby cupid follows just behind, a smaller stream of water flowing from his bow and arrow. An extravagant spectacle that was much too flashy for your liking, but gorgeous nonetheless.

There are remnants of your childhood here, large overgrown trees that reach for the skyline holding a wooden swing, sole and lonely, worn down from the years. An unmistakably human dent in the freshly watered roses that fit you perfectly— have fit you perfectly. . . It’s yours.

Or, at least, it is now. After your mother died, you’d taken after her horticulturist nature. It was the last thing you had of her— her trees, her flowers, her soil. She planted the seeds and you nurtured the roots— just as she’d done for you. You used to imagine your life without her when she was around, so much so your throat would tighten and your vision would blur. But it never could’ve amounted to how it’d feel when it actually happened. When she was gone forever, in the midst of the night. Like she’d dissipated into thin air. She left you.

Your knees dig into the soil, a freshly installed pound of mulch to regulate the heat of the roots bound to the ground, scraped up and burning the further you kneel on its surface. You’re sure the fresh smell of grass and dirt will cling to the baby blue silk of your pajamas— especially the shorts— but you have only half the mind to care, shifting your weight ever so often as you spill your family secrets to the peonies. They’re great listeners.

The ground crackles beneath your knees, pebbles leaving behind thick remnants of dust as they’re kicked to the side beneath heavy shoes. It’s not hard to guess who it is, not when you’ve been around the same two idiots for the past several months, or so. There’s a bounce in his step, much bouncier than the other— so you know it’s Gojo.

“You’re so hard to find,” Exasperated and faintly out of breath, the high ranking knight pretends to gasp behind you. “Seriously! Like some kind of.. slippery.. snake.”

“Ugh,” You hear yourself groan, nearly planting your face into the roses to save yourself from facing the knight. “That was the point.”

The white-haired man hums, mumbling something akin to ‘pretty!’ under his breath as he crouches down on one knee beside you. The gesture makes your blood boil as much as your heart flutters, fast and hard as your shoulders inch closer and closer to your ears. Getting on his knees to face you like this. . . You’re a grown man! . . . Albeit on your knees.

Gojo sits the luminescent lantern down, appreciating the quiet sound it makes as it sinks into the gravel path. So dramatic, the moon has barely begun to show, and yet, he’s carrying around a damned lantern!

“Well,” His voice is soft and quiet, as if he’s trying not to wake the tulips. Gojo’s hand, long and thin, pushes down the strain of your shoulders and smooths them out until they’re lax and rested. “It’s time for bed! And I have to make sure you get to bed safe. You know that.”

“The sun hasn’t set yet,” You stand your ground, planting your knees further into the soil despite the jolt of pain shooting straight through them. It’s childish, really. The garden isn’t going anywhere, it’ll be here tomorrow morning, and the morning after that, and after that, and so on and so forth. But it’s your safespace, if you could sleep here you would. “What’s my schedule like tomorrow?”

You’re buying time. Satoru knows he can’t object to answering your questions, he’s legally bound to you— legally bound to answer to you. And if that wasn’t enough, he was bound by an oath of blood.

“Between you and me,” Satoru leans forward, resting his hand atop his knee. His breath tickles the shell of your ear, and smells faintly of sugar cane. “Same thing as always. I don’t know how you do it! I mean, I went to school to be appointed knight. . .”

You’d meant to distract him, but really, you ended up distracting yourself. The knight’s voice is just so smooth, warm and buttery. So you listen as he explains your schedule— breakfast, fencing lessons, fitting for a new set of outerwear, more fencing lessons, lunch— it’s all the same. It’s the small peek into his life that leaves you interested, the implication that his family was wealthy enough to send him to school. That he chose the life of chivalry.

“. .I met Suguru . .We were the strongest in our division, y’know. . .”

“Satoru?” You don’t mean to cut him off, but his recurrent rambling slowly weighs down your eyelids. You turn to sit properly, gritting your teeth as you rest on your backside and dust off your scraped knees. Dirt clings anyway.

It’s clear the knight notices, but he doesn’t make an effort to say anything. Instead, he chirps in acknowledgment to your upcoming question, raising his pale hands to lightly dust away the remaining soil. He’ll have to inform someone of the infirmary division about it after you're safely asleep in bed.

“Can we— I want to sleep here tonight.” His face noticeably contorts, dimples creasing his pale, but still rosy, cheeks as he furrows his eyebrows in thought.

“Knew you’d say that,” You nearly crash straight forward into the pale man’s chest, surprise etched across your features as Suguru’s voice rings behind you. How long had he been there? The trail crunches beneath his feet, slowly growing quiet as he stops adjacent to you and Gojo. He’s holding a quilt in his hands, sturdy and warm and large, accompanied by one of your expensive silk pillows in contrast to their strung together, straw cushions. “You took my lantern, Satoru.”

“Guilty!” The other responds, as if it were a question and not a proclamation of war— courtesy of Suguru.

If the three of you end up sleeping under the stars tonight, you only have half the heart to complain.

Tomorrow comes easy.

Though you suppose, that makes it today. You were left to your own devices, having clothed and groomed yourself accordingly. Your fencing uniform wasn’t entirely traditional, though it wasn’t as if you were doing traditional fencing in the first place. Satoru and Suguru preferred swordsmanship, the art of wielding and yielding a sword against their opponent. And, sure, fighting one against two wasn’t exactly fair, but it was realistic.

Or that’s what you tell yourself to get through it.

Satoru is relentless. The man looks like he’d fall apart after being struck with a particularly heavy gust of wind, but he’s sturdier than he looks. His lean nature only adds to his agility, and going against him is like learning to walk on your feet for the first time all over again.

“Don't think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re my favorite student.” You’re his only student, you want to add, but you’re too busy dodging his sparkling blade.

You haven’t been given the pleasure of using a real one, not like Geto and Gojo do, you’re stuck with a pathetic excuse of a wooden sword. It’s kiddie and cheap in your hand, almost as if you’re holding some sort of toy, but the two insist it’s for your safety. The two are masters at their craft, nothing but the best for the prince—you suppose—they have yet to knick you with their blades.

“Or because you’re the handsomest,” His smile is smug, watching your eyes widen by the centimeter. “Isn’t that right?” It’s accompanied by a grunt, whether it’s frustration or flustered, it certainly has you wound up enough to send a wooden jab straight to his abdomen.

“Atta boy!” He chirps, charging forward to knock you over with a strong, hearty embrace. He’s warm, much thicker and plush than his training garments let on. Suguru pushes him away with a blunt elbow to the ribs, a chuckle parting his pink lips when the man scrambles to shield his side.

“Speak to me like I’m some sort of pet again and my father will have your head.” You grunt, though it’d be idiotic to say you don’t miss the warmth of his body.

That gets an unrestrained laugh out of Suguru, but it dies down before you can truly appreciate it, “My turn.” The air thickens with intensity, and suddenly the wooden sword in your hand is a brick.

“Aw, c’mon! But I’m so hungry,” Gojo’s back just as fast as he leaves, jumping on the two of you with the entirety of his mass. “Don’t tell me you want to pass up soba!”

The weight of Satoru’s body has all three of you toppling over, limbs wrapped around each other as you tumble down the small hill. Blades of grass tickle your back, through your clothing, but your face is protected by the cushiony warmth of Suguru’s chest. He cradles your head the whole way down with one hand, the other wrapped around Satoru’s waist.

You’re sandwiched between them, one heart beat for each ear as your eyes slowly crack open. Their cheeks are dusted a rosy shade of pink, featherlight and sweet as it seeps into the apples of their cheeks and travels up their cheekbones, and back to their lips. Kissable, biteable, your lips can’t help but part as you gaze at them.

There are warm palms pressing into your wrists besides your lack of resistance, and you can’t argue until it’s too late. Warm, your face prickles as a pair of lips press into the fleshiness of your cheeks. Soft like pillows and smooth like silk, it’s a tender kiss to both cheeks that you can barely register. It must look silly, you’re certain, being pinned to another while both press a ginger, heat-of-the-moment kiss to your cheeks.

(It’s scandalous to be caught kissing before marriage, let alone with your knights. But you’re to be crowned soon, and you never liked listening to your father anyway.)

So you can’t help but smile, lips upturned as a hearty, genuine laugh floats into the air and bursts like a freshly blown bubble. Just as transparent— you’re truly happy. This is yours.

They are yours.

You feel cold just from hearing it. The cool breeze of spring beating against the glass door separating your bedroom from your balcony. Large, sculpted and plated in gold handles that glint under your bedside lampshade. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes with balled up fists, you’re quick to scramble out of bed. You slip off your thick blankets in favor of your robe, slipping your arms through the thin material that, really, doesn’t do much to aid your skin from the bitter cold that comes hand in hand with the midnight sky. You venture onward nonetheless, dragging the sheer, lace material behind you as you open the double doors with a quiet grunt.

“C’mon, don’t listen to him!” It’s Gojo, you can tell, the nervous smile in his voice is apparent. It echoes against the tall walls, loud and clear in comparison to the singing crickets and cicadas.

The silky tremor of his voice makes your shoulders relax in an instant, and you can’t help but peek over the sculpted balcony. The flooring is cement but the railings are cold metal, bent into flowery shapes and spiraling coils. You press your palms into the metal, leaning forward until the cold railing is pressed against your stomach.

Satoru stuffs his hands into his pockets, visibly deflating as he shakes his head. It’s hard to see his face from the angle you’re at, but you can tell his glossy lips are pulled into a tight lipped frown.

“I’m the Prince’s personal knight, all have you know!” He raises an accusatory finger toward the balcony at which you stand, and you nearly fall over when he lifts his blue-eyed gaze to meet your own. “Look! Look!”

You feel yourself leaning forward, chasing after Gojo’s dimpled smile until you’re falling fast and hard, but there’s a firm hand gripping the nape of your neck to prevent you from doing so. You nearly jump out of your skin, balling your hands into tight fists in preparation to swing, but the large hand is familiar. Warm, inviting, stern.

Suguru.

His long hair flows with the wind, blending into the inky black sky as he looks down at you through the bridge of his nose. Suguru is the scariest of the two, albeit just as goofy and sugar packed as Satoru, with narrowed eyes and knowing smirk. He’s always first to set things straight, and it’s as simple as a disapproving hum or shake of his head.

“Warn me next time,” Your voice crackles with disuse, but you swat away his guiding hand to emphasize your seriousness. Geto raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile. “I wasn’t scared.”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound all that convinced.

“Not of you anyway. For you,” You clear your throat, watching Geto stalk over to the edge of the railing. “. . .Since I’ve been training. I could’ve…Y’know, really knocked you out.”

You neglect to acknowledge that you’ve been training with him and Satoru, that they’re the reason why you know what you do.

“Right.” The stifled laugh in his voice is evident, but Suguru doesn’t bother arguing with the statement. His eyes have traveled to the box in Satoru’s pretty hands, wrapped in silky paper and tied together with a bow. Small enough to fit in his pocket, he must have fished for it when you weren’t looking. You don’t get to inspect it for long, as he’s being ushered back in before your eyes can really make-out the shape of whatever’s packaged inside.

When you see Satoru again, inside the castle this time— in your very own bedroom, he looks just as good as the day he’d left you. Though his expression is twisted— confusion (toward you) and agitation (toward Geto)—he continues to get you into your actual pajamas, laughing away the embarrassment of stripping you of your garments.

While he discards your shirt, Geto undoes your shorts from behind, eyes dancing down your thighs, your legs, your ankles, to the floor. Where your robe sits, pooling around your feet. Your back is caged against Suguru’s front, his chest pressing up against you as he leans down to press his chin into your shoulder. Warm and big, his arms snake around your waist as Satoru’s long, skinny fingers trail down your bare shoulders, your chest, your navel. . . back up.

Squirming in his hold, Satoru’s fingers circle around your nipples, watching as they harden and stiffen. Cute, soft sounds leave your lips and your head falls forward, lashes fluttering as your back slightly arches.

“I’m to be married next month,” You blurt it out before you can catch yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat as the air chills with silence. It’s thick, frozen like ice and prickles at your skin. “There’s— We’ll be holding a ball for it, and you two will come with me for my suit-fitting.” Suguru’s grip around your waist tightens, and Satoru finds himself rolling and pinching your sensitive buds with more aggression.

“Why?” It falls flat on Gojo’s heavy tongue, and Geto seems too busy burying his face in your neck to ask further questions.

“Guaranteed protection,” Your shoulders stiffen, Suguru pressing his thickening cock against your ass with a grunt of disapproval. Satoru’s face darkens, in a way that’s reserved and scary, like you’ve insulted him and his entire bloodline. “You two are. . . unfit.”

“Unfit.” It’s spoken in unison, steely and hard in a way that has your knees wobbling. You’re lucky to be between them, leaning against them for support as Suguru’s teeth sink into your shoulder. His gaze flickers upward, straight to Satoru, and before you know it, they’re pushing you into your soft bed.

“Ow!” You hiss, hands shooting to cover the area Suguru’s palm crashes against. “The fuck are you doing?!” Heat blooms beneath your fingers, but you’re not able to cover your ass for long, because Satoru’s pulling at your wrists and properly positioning your backside upward. His grip is strong, nearly bruising, as he manhandles you over both their laps and pushes your underwear to the side, fully exposing your ass.

“What your father couldn’t,” Is all you get in return, squirming and thrashing in their strong grip as Geto’s big hand strikes your ass. Your hips twitch and jolt, grinding against a hard knee that has whimpers rising in your throat. You can’t help it, they sound so good when they’re angry, so deep and gravelly. It makes you want to present, to spread your legs and stick out your tongue for their use. “It’s about time you learned some actual manners, boy.”

Satoru’s thumb rubs circles into your cheek as he coos, pretty lips parted and wet— eyelids heavy and his gaze dark as he smiles, “Goin’ floaty on us already?”

You feel your eyebrows furrow, a simple and sweet ‘shut up’ dying out on your tongue and cut short when Suguru spreads the globes of your ass with his fingertips, watching the plush skin spill and swell between his fingers. Your hole is so small, pretty and sweet as it twitches in contact with the cold air. He wants to run his tongue along it, feel it clench and pulse around his tongue until you’re crying on it, rocking your hips and pulling at his hair to feel it deeper.

“C’mere,” It’s not a request, not with the way you’re being dragged closer to the brunette. His nails dig into your soft skin, squeezing and groping until it starts to hurt, but in a way that has your voice squeaky and shaky. Satoru’s there the whole time, his hand wandering down to your throat. “ ‘Getting married’…’unfit’. . .Tch, that’s funny.”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening as Gojo’s hand tightens around your throat, emphasizing Geto’s words. Your moans are strangled and tight, vision hazy around the edges as the sides of your neck are squeezed. He keeps contact with you the entire time, cerulean eyes intense and deep. You can’t help but rut your hips, pressing your front against the surface of Suguru’s thigh again and again as he lets out a series of smacks against each cheek of your ass.

“You’re not—” You whine, rolling your hips as Suguru’s fingers tap at your hole in warning, watching the cute muscle twitch. Cute, winking back at him and slick with spit. It sticks to his fingers, wet and sloppy “You’re not the boss of me!”

“Waah, waah, ‘you’re not the boss of me!’,” Satoru laughs, tacking on a nasally, prissy voice that rings in your ears and has heat pooling in your stomach. It’s hard to hide the embarrassment in your face, the twitch of your brows as you grit your teeth and roll your eyes— but it’s not like you can keep up the facade. Suguru delivers a particularly harsh slap to your sitspots, enough to make your breath stutter as tears well in your eyes.

“Geto—”

“Suguru.”

“Suguru, stop…!” You kick your legs, scrambling under their strong grip until they share a growl, rumbly and deep and demanding. It’s Gojo’s turn to paw at your ass now, squeezing the flesh as it spills between each finger and circling a slick (when did he grab lube?) digit over the sensitive, winking muscle of your rim.

His fingers slip into the mushy, warm heat with little resistance, and your face lights ablaze when the two groan at the sight, “Don’t tell me you’ve been givin’ our greedy hole attention without us?”

Theirs. Yes— you suppose— in a way it’s theirs. Strictly theirs, with the sleepless nights they’ve spent burying the thickness of their cocks deep inside, pumping one load after another deep inside so it’d really stick. Enough to feel them for days, leaking down your thighs when your needy fingers don’t stuff you a full.

You don’t have time to answer, gurgling over the moans caught in your throat as Gojo’s long fingers twist and stretch you out. You're wrapped up between them, the thickness of their bodies pressing against you as you buck your hips into nothing in particular. Satoru's long fingers feel slick with spit, only moistening as he drools down your crack. Spit falls from his tongue, slow and thick, pooling around your rim before he rubs it deeper in with his knuckles. It’s too much, tears spilling from your eyes as you whine, “S’deep, ‘Toru, go slow—”

“Oh, my prince, are you alright?” Suguru sounds almost smug, muscles in his forearm rippling as he readjusts himself in bed. His thick legs spread wide, clearly comfortable and relaxed. He has an obvious dickprint through his pants, almost shameless as your eyes pan up and down his body. “Do you need saving?”

You sniffle, wet and pathetic as you shake your head, wriggling so rest your face against your pillows, silky smooth as you soothe the burning in your cheeks. There’s a shared tutt behind you, not at all frustrated, but it has you blinking away the tears nonetheless. It goes in vain, peeking back from your shoulder you can see the two knights inching closer, their breaths fanning over your throbbing, aching hole until they share a fat lick, pink tongue lapping up at the lube and spit keeping you slick.

“I think he does, Suguru.”

Your cock leaps.

“It’s too bad we’re deemed unfit, Satoru.”

You’re greedy— and you know it. But once you’ve had both you can’t go back, not when their tongues fight to inch deeper and deeper inside your slutty hole, slick and wet and warm, impossibly deep in a way that has your toes curling and back arching. They eat you out like they’re starving, moaning vibratos through your skin until you're sobbing into your pillow. Even from here, you can feel drool and spit dripping from your sopping hole, past their chins and onto the silk sheets.

Your hands find themselves in their hair, curling into fists around soft bundles of locks as you push their faces in deeper, mewling. You can feel hot, open-mouthed kisses between each swirl and lick of their tongues, and it’s enough to make you squeal.

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum, wait—”

“No. This dick doesn’t get t’fuckin’ come unless it’s on our cocks, you hear me, Princey?” You can’t tell who’s talking— your brain is full of cotton and fog. Just like you can’t tell if you’re nodding or shaking your head, too busy focusing on the emptiness of your hole and tightening of your balls.

“No!” You hiss, trying your best to kick your feet despite the strong grip holding your thighs still. And, fuck, if you’re not a whitney mess. It’s just so good, the lewd sounds of them slurping at your hole and moaning into it, the messy sounds of their mouths on “It’s— M’so. . . achy, wanna cum! Please, Sugu? ‘Toru?”

“Alright.” It’s Gojo speaking, you can tell, because he’s got this saccharine lilt to his voice that makes your lashes flutter and heart skip. He’s moving— or moved, rather— seeing as he’s back to cupping your face with his big, pale hands. You let out a sigh of relief, shoulders drooping as you shimmy to palm at your cock, slick and weeping with pre. You’re sure your sheets are ruined.

“Aht, aht, aht!” Satoru chirps, and your heart plummets as your hand flinches away from your needy, dripping cock. He doesn’t look much better, pink fanning his cheeks as he looks down at you with heavy lids, lips shiny with spit that dribbles down his chin. From his angle his cock presses against your cheek, thick and throbbing as a patch of wetness grows through the fabric of his pants. Saliva pools in your mouth.

“We said you can cum,” It’s Suguru now, with a throaty voice that’s muffled as he keeps his tongue nestled in your warmth. He could sit there for hours. “Not when or how.”

Fuck. Them. Your whines are open-mouthed and pathetic, the perfect opportunity for Gojo to slip his pretty cock into your mouth and down the tight heat of your throat. Yeah, it’s tight, bulging around his cock as drool and spit spills from the seams of your lips and bubbles and froths around his balls and shaft. It’s tighter when he buries his cock to the hilt, pressing your nose into his crystal white pubes until you’re gagging for it.

There’s a particular vein by the underside of his shaft, pulsing and throbbing on your sloppy, wet tongue the more he uses your mouth, fast and rough like you’re nothing but a toy, just with extra steps and a few snarky remarks. He’s really shut you up now, his long cock leaving a bulge behind in your throat as he fills it with salty, bitter precum. His cock is heavy.

“Fuck,” Behind you shifts Geto, who frees his cock with the zip of his fly and the pop! of a bottle. They must’ve swapped before moving, you can hear the slick squelch of warm lube sliding along the length of his pretty dick, wet and loud as he eagerly thumbs his slit. You wish you could really see it, the veins in his hands pulsing as he squeezes his shaft, obscenely pulsing and weeping in his palm. “You’re so soft and warm. Gonna fuck this cute little hole full, till your sweet boycunt’s fucked stupid.”

You and your knights share a groan, loud and obscene as Suguru’s cock stretches your hole open. He’s so big, fucking you full until you feel it in your tummy. Your toes curl deliciously, vision hazy and white as you blink back tears. His fingers, his tongue, his spit, his cock. . . It’s all too good, too skilled and perfect as it angles just right into that special, sensitive bundle of nerves. He’s so deep, sliding in with ease as your puffy hole swallows him in full.

“Look at that,” He’s rambling now, slamming his balls against your thighs as he watches his cock disappear inside. Your hole clamps down around him, convulsing and spasming along his shaft just enough to make wet, sticky sounds. “Took me in so easy, so messy. . . Sure you’re not better suited to be free-use stress relief for the people than their prince? Take what we give you and say thank you, Princey.”

“Thmmph. . .” You can’t speak with a mouthful of cock, and your eyes roll back, stuffed to the brim from both sides. Suguru’s thrusts bounce you forward, whereas Satoru’s pulls you back. You can’t think like this, full and fucked stupid as you hollow out your cheeks with hot pants and wiggle your hips. You really are easy.

“S’a good boy, sugar. Don’t think, just keep fuckin’ yourself full of cock. Muuuuch sweeter this way.” It’s the vibrations that send Gojo over the edge, his head falling forward as he whines high in his throat. His balls clench and pulse against your chin, smearing more pre and spit along your face until he’s cumming, hard and without warning. It’s thick and hot, bitter and salty, as his dick throbs in your throat and slides along your tongue, like he’s milking himself with your mouth. The white-haired man uses you like a toy, keeping you still with a hand at the back of your head as he ruts and grinds his hips, moaning with each sloppy, sticky sound of your mixed fluids getting bullied by his dick.

Your nod is mindless, completely thought free as Satoru pops the pretty head of his cock in and out your wet mouth, “M’a good boy, ‘Toru.”

You can feel Suguru’s cock twitch inside you.

“That’s right! Now say ahh!” He makes an effort to stick out his tongue, slipping free from your mouth as his cum leaks around his cock and leaves behind a trail of white. It’s mostly decorating your tongue, though, thick and creamy ropes resting on the muscle and slowly cooling.

“Ah! Ahhh!” You can’t imagine how stupid you must look, staring up at Satoru with your mouth full of his cum and threatening to dribble down your chin. With the way you bounce with each deep, heavy thrust of Geto’s fat, girthy cock. But he kisses you anyway, slow and sensual as his tongue swirls the cum around in your mouth, keeping it warm and wet.

“That’s it, good boy, princeling,” Suguru moans, hips stuttering and pupils blown wide as he watches cum froth between your lips. He can’t wait anymore, snaking his arm around your waist to grip your cock and run his slick fist along it with feverish strokes, fast enough to have you wailing. His other hand grabs Satoru by the hair, white tufts in his fist as he pulls him forward and swaps his saliva for cum, still warm. “Cum on my cock, fuck it into that pretty hole while I taste ‘Toru’. Fuckin’ earn it.”

For once in your life, you don’t have to be told twice.

You take initiative, bouncing back on the long length of Suguru’s dick with tiny gasps and moans, eyes fluttering shut as he works your cock with the twist of his fist. You’re drooling, dribbling down your neck and chin and mixing with the tears rolling down your handsome face, “Pleaseplease, give it t’me!”

“Right there? Yeah? Rolling your hips, you’re a natural.” It doesn’t take much, not when Geto’s angling his hips just right and slamming into your prostate. Not when you’re watching the two kiss, swapping your spit and Satoru’s cum around like a sweet treat. Not when you’re being fucked deep, deeper than your fingers or any other toy could reach. Not when they pause for air and take the opportunity to ramble filth into your ears.

When Geto pulls out you can’t help but wail, pushing your ass back against his shaft. Though you can’t tell if it’s because you’re close or because you’re empty, but you do know thick, sticky ropes are starting to paint the expanse of your back and ass.

You’re marked territory.

The ballroom. . . Is packed, to say the least. It’s hard to see under your mask, the eye cutouts just barely cutting off into your porcelain mask before your pupils. There’s a distinct flash of gowns, all in many different shades— periwinkle, mauve, violet, ice—glittering and gleaming beneath the candle lit chandeliers. You suppose you look no different, the material of your intricately sewn and handcrafted suit looks jaw dropping in the limelight. Golden stitches and embroidery along the pattern of your suit, draped in lace ruffles to keep you warm. Though you’re already burning from the inside out, blazing with nervousness as your trembling legs carry you into the hall.

There’s a long, intricate table that holds just as intricate gifts and snacks— custards, cookies, cakes— chocolate covered strawberries. They remind you of your knights in a way, they’ve always tasted similar. Though you suppose it’s because they’ve shared more than a couple kisses in their lifetime. Whatever the matter, you expect them to have been gone by now, with Satoru’s sweet tooth and Suguru’s unpredictable appetite.

Everyone knows who you are, but it’s hard for you to pinpoint the others in the room. Your father sits on his throne, ridiculously large and cushiony as he oversees the ballroom. It’s gorgeous, admittedly, flashy and beaming with wealth and pride. Your nervous eyes wander, scouring over the smiling, lipstick stained faces until your eyes settle on your knights, who remain glued to the exits with only half a mask covering their faces. Their suits almost match yours, less intricate and not nearly as vibrant or high quality, but the implication that you’re sharing something is enough.

Suguru stands with his arms crossed, looking intimidatingly sharp as ever, eyes narrowed and lips pulled into a flat line. His hair is in a bun, and when he turns you can see the diamonds adorning the clip holding it all in place. Handsome as always, you’re turning on your heels to face him before you know it.

Satoru is all legs, standing absurdly tall in his fitted suit. His tie is a striking shade of blue, just like his eyes, and you remember having picked it out specially for him. You can’t help but smile, floating in his general direction as soon as your eyes land on him, but. . .

“His Highness,” Your vision is obstructed for the millionth time tonight, and you can’t help the growl threatening to rip through your throat. “Could I introduce you to my daughter? Really, she’s a sweetheart, and—”

“Sorry to cut this short,” The agitation leaves your body, and glancing back up to where your knights once resided, you find the spots empty. They’re behind you, stealthy as ever, and you can’t help the smile etching away at your features. “We have very. . . important matters to discuss with our prince.”

Subtle as ever, Suguru.

You’re sure he’s glaring daggers into the women in front of you, arms crossed and biceps bulging as he pulls them apart with his eyes— dissects them to their bare essentials, leaves them feeling uncomfortable in their own skin.

There’s a hand atop yours that doesn’t belong to your knights, instead it’s much smaller and not nearly as warm. Your fingers twitch, and your smile falters just slightly as the woman’s daughter presses onward. Nearly tripping over his glass heels, her face swims through your vision until you’re backing up into the solid chest of— Satoru? It must be, it’s still soft despite the solidity, and you can see Suguru’s inky black hair in your peripherals.

“My Majesty—”

“That’s enough,” It’s straight venom, and the choice of tone reminds you of that fateful night your knights spent making sure you knew just who owned you. “Hands off.”

Their arms loop around your own, strong and firm as they pull you away. You’re thankful for the loud music, symphonies and harps dancing in the air that cover the sound of slamming doors and frantic, high pitched apologies. Your damned knights, so possessive and jealous. They know what this ball was meant for, and yet. . .

And yet they’re stripping you naked, ripping the mask free from their faces as they corners you against a wall. The party is almost as loud as it’d be had you stood in the center of the ballroom, just muffled by the locked doors Suguru kept secured with the sheath of his sword. You don’t have much time, and for once the two are happy you’d spent the previous night fucking yourself silly on your fingers, because they’ve got one goal in mind.

Marking their territory.

You’re not sure what this position is— but it makes you feel full and properly owned. Gojo's strong arms looped around the back of your knees as he holds you open on display. Suguru looks ravenous. eyes dark and steely as he watches Gojo’s cock pulse and twitch against your hole.

“S’is our fuckhole,” Satoru smiles down at you, feral and manic as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass. He doesn’t seem eager to stop, lifting you off his cock and chasing that feeling of you clamping down on him— even when you’re almost too sensitive to take it. Even when you’ve barely adjusted to the stretch of his fat dick, fluttering and wailing around his pretty, veiny shaft. “Our job. . . our job, takin’ care of our boy’s pussy.”

“Think about this, boy,” Suguru groans, deep and rumbly in his throat as you’re made to watch him fist his slippery, squelching cock. “Whenever someone tries to court you. You’re owned. Your holes are owned.” He grips his cock tight, thumbing the slit and smearing precum all over the head as your own bounces along your tummy. Precum dribbles along the lace embroidery of your unbuttoned undershirt, ruining the bunched up fabric. He can’t help but jerk off watching the two of you, heavy pants leaving his lips as he fucks up into his fist, twisting his fist the closer it gets to the gland of his cock, slipping and sliding as he uses his own hand. Yours are much softer, less calloused, but you’re preoccupied. You’d have to use both hands anyway, struggling to wrap them around his cock.

“Whose are you?” And, oh, that’s an easy question. Gojo’s voice is so loud in your ear, even as you eagerly bounce on and off his cock like a sex doll.

“Yours, m’yours, belong t’you!” He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, groans and pants joining your moans when he speeds up, his slow and deep strokes becoming fast and hollow, pounding that sensitive spot deep inside you over and over and over. You’re fucked-out and borderline crosseyed as he pounds his dick into you, keeps you steady with his fingers locked behind your head. A string of precum connects you together, pooling at your ass and Satoru’s balls, and his hips crash down, yours convulsing upward to meet him halfway.

“Again.”

“M’yours, m’yours! ‘Toru, Sugu, m’yours! My mouth, my cock, my holes. S’yours.”

“That’s it, let me in,” He blows air out through his mouth, hot and warm as he sinks into your heat. Still tight, as if you haven’t been thoroughly fucked full of Satoru’s cock. His head falls forward, long hair falling from its bun and framing his handsome face. Your gummy walls are unmatched, and he swears he’ll blow his load if you keep squeezing down on him like this. “I know, it’s so big, just keep moaning for me, and I’ll keep pounding this hole, s’all your pretty little head can tell you to do, huh princeling?”

“Uh. . . Uh huh!”

Your crying sounds so cute, and for a moment they forget you’re a prince— not a slut. It’s pitchy in your throat and dragged out as your pretty hole eagerly takes in cock, clamping around it and sucking him deeper into your velvety walls. So good, you can’t help but rock back against it, shameless and devoid of any other thoughts as Satoru keeps his arms looped around your knees. There’s a chant of cockcockcock blaring in your head, Gojo’s cock pressed against your ass and dripping. He’d left behind thick ropes of cum, and as Suguru’s dick reaches deep inside you can hear it froth between the tiny rim of your hole and his shaft.

Your crown tips off your head, threatening to fall as you watch Satoru’s cock join alongside Suguru’s. You’ve never felt more full in your life, stretched and achy— when one pulls out the other pushes in, and you’ve got nowhere to go. The white-haired male behind you manages to grab it before it can fall, lifting your knees higher up for just a moment, and places it atop his head. You can’t protest, all you can do is drool and whine, eyes fluttering shut and hole spasming as the two take turns wearing your crown.

In a way, it’s theirs too.

“S’your favorite part, pretty!” Gojo purrs, shifting to lift your ass to and fro with each respective thrust, groaning as his shaft slides along Suguru’s veins pulsing and head weeping. He keens, high in his throat as his balls tighten for the second time tonight. You’re just too good, who’s gonna sue him for breeding you? “You get to feel our cum shoot deeeep inside! You want that, honey? To be full n’ claimed? Maybe we should walk out and show everyone how slutty you are. Those poor princesses, they have no idea the man they want likes his wet holes fucked too.”

Fuck.

“Jesus. . . Fuck, ‘Toru,” Geto groans, his balls tightening against your own as your cock spurts out rope after rope of cum, sticky and thick as it sprays along your face and unbuttoned shirt. “Never know when to shut up. Look— nngh—look at what you did.”

Satoru pulls out sloooow, and their cum gushes right out your creamy hole. They moan in unison, shaky and unstable, and the tight fit of your small hole has them both following soon after with choked up groans and whines, “Good boy, gooood boy. You take it so well.”

Your thighs shake and your throat finally gives out, your voice hoarse and tired as you squeal. You can feel each rope shoot deep inside you, thick, creamy pooling around their cocks and seeping out your puffy, used hole. Your knights huff, panting into your damp skin with sick, satisfied smiles. You’ve made a real mess of yourself— they’ve made a real mess out of you, and when you walk back into the ballroom they’re sure the smell of sex will cling to your skin. You’re claimed, thoroughly. Inside and out, and they’ll fuck you as many times as they need for others to realize it.

Satoru lets you down slowly, Suguru’s hands on your waist keeping you stable on your wobbly, jelly-like legs. Blinking away unshed tears, the two free you of your soiled garments in favor of something else, conveniently placed clothing that just happens to fit you perfectly. Had you the energy, you’d roll your eyes— they’ve planned this, in one way or another. But you don’t have the energy, not when your eyelids are heavy and drooping as you cling to their strong biceps and allow them to wipe you clean with their own sleeves.

Chivalrous as ever.

“I notified the King, my liege,” Satoru says, satirically proper as Suguru chokes on a laugh beside you. “Before leaving. Of your. . .”

“Predicament,” Suguru chimes in, the smile in his voice audible. You make an extra effort to shimmy free of their hold, face souring as they pretend they didn’t just ruin you from the inside-out. Your chest floods with warmth when they jolt forward, palms hovering over your sweaty body to catch you— just in case, “Looks like you’ll be stuck with us for the rest of the night.”

“But there’s one more thing!” Satoru scrambles to correctly zip up his pants, buttoning them back up with nimble fingers. Then, he fishes into his pockets, pulling out a small box— the one you’d seen quite some time ago— the one you’d forgotten about. Still as pristine as ever, like he’d kept it somewhere safe, he gingerly drops it into your hand.

“We got something for you,” Your eyebrows furrow. They don’t technically make money— sure, enough to keep their pockets open, but they have no need to spend it. They live with you, after all, and will continue to do so once you’re appointed king. Satoru urges you with a “shush!” before you can even speak, but you take the hint. You’re not dumb. “We couldn’t— it's not exactly a ring, but. . .”

Opening the gift— it flips open, you don’t need to unravel the bow at all— it’s a necklace. A thin, gold plated necklace with a small charm dangling from its center. The charm. . . Their coat of arms, shiny and intricate despite its small size. It glimmers in the light, sparkly like a diamond, and there are letters engraved on the flat underside of the pendant, curvy and cursive with hearts for periods. Your thumb traces the initials, the loops and curls of the letters until its shape is indented into the pad of your finger. It’s more than initials to you, it’s officiality, they are yours and you are theirs. You have the necklace to prove it, now.

‘S.G.’

If your mother were here to see this now, you’re sure she’d be jumping for joy. Happy her only child has finally found his match, has finally found something of his own. Happy her only child is marrying for love. Your father will just have to deal with it, you’ve never felt safer in your life. You don’t need a princess, you don’t need a stronger monarchy. You need your knights.

“We thought it’d suit you.” Geto finishes for his white-haired counterpart, a rosy hue painting the height of his cheeks.

It does.

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faetreides · 2 months

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i LOVED your latest modern!coryo work, i wonder if he ended up convincing sejanus into a threesome…? 👀 or do you think he’d be too possessive to actually go through with it

CW: mlm with mentions of eventual polyamory, non con “sex tape” sharing/non & dub con unhealthy/unethical methods of starting a poly relationship, this doesn’t really talk about sejanus also being dark but you have to trust me (what if HE’S the true mastermind??? you don’t know)

Thank you!!! And that’s funny, bc the sej mentions are always a double edged sword bc when i write them i’m all “😈”, but i do have to say that it’ll never happen in my canon main modern!coryo au. He’s way too possessive and won’t even say shit during sex like “i bet you’d like it if people walked in on us and saw you being a whore hanging off my cock.” because even just the thought gets his blood boiling. Like you know it’s bad if he won’t even do any fake alpha male dirty talk.

So it’s more of an au to the au if that makes sense lol. And i could see it starting with Coryo sending one of your videos to Sej instead of you and saying that it was an “accident.” There’s the saying about birds of a feather, so i don’t imagine Sej as a goody two-shoes or anything in this spinoff au. He’s better at hiding/ignoring certain parts of himself and maybe he’s more hesitant to “be the bad guy” but Coryo knows his best friend isn’t as naive as he comes across. They wouldn’t be friends if he was.

I think that in this spinoff, Coryo would pursue the reader because he did genuinely fall in love at first sight like in the canon au but he also wanted Sej to see what happens to guys who actually go for what they want. He didn’t see the same lust and hearts in his best friends’s eyes that he had (Sej also looked at Coryo that way but 🤫) so Sej’s involvement in Coryo’s decision to go after you wasn’t personal.

But then they’re walking on the way to class one morning, and the blush on Sej’s face combined with the way his hands played with the hem of his shirt told Coryo everything he needed to know. The read receipts also snitched. He watched the video, to this day Sej still won’t admit if he actually jerked off while he watched it. That’s what Coryo wanted, he couldn’t name a specific instance in which he noticed how Sej looked at the two of you, but he gradually became less oblivious. And when the two of you would cuddle as you came down from your orgasms during a passionate night, he would picture a third body tangled up in the sheets. More warmth, more limbs. He could almost taste the sunlight shining on yours and Sej’s faces in the morning that he’d get an uninterrupted view of because he always wakes up the first.

So the test was successful, and Coryo would bet his inheritance on his next test having an even better outcome. The test being him caressing Sej’s shoulders until the brown eyed boy dropped to his knees and mouthed at Coryo’s bulge through his slacks. He’d run a hand through his curls and say that there might be some left over pussy slick from you on his dick if Sej wanted a taste.

The next step would be getting him to taste those juices straight from the source while having Coryo in his ass and hearing him make out with you above him. Then they would DP you, obviously.

faetreides 2024. don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed!

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DC x Dp crossover

Soul speak part.2

John and jason sat in the justice league's main conference room. "What do you think is going to happen?" Hood asked looking at the blond. "No fucking clue I tried to dig up stuff on this guy but I didnt find out much, just that he's been king for the past 10 years" Constantine muttered while lighting a cigarette. "Well you sold your soul to the guy so I get why he wants to talk with you, but what does he want from me?!" Jason sighs.

Jason is agitated, he dosnt understand what this ghost king wants from him. "I dont know red hood mabey it's because you died and came back to life, dont lie I can tell, you have the stench of death on ya" Constantine says blowing smoke from his lips. "You are suposed to be dead, not sure how you came back or how ya died but you arnt supposed to be breathing right now." John continued "and this king phantom is upset that I'm still alive or something?" Jadon asked and Constantine just shrugged mummblinging a mabey.

The door to the room slid open. Constantine and red hood felt a cold chill go up their spines. They turned their heads to see a kid that looked like one of the bats brood walk in, he had coal black hair and ice blue eyes. He was tall about a few inches taller than both john and jason. But he was still young looking, around late teens to early twenties.

They just watched the young man walk in front on them pull a projector from who knows where and plug it in. He turned it on, and on the wall of the room seemed to be a Google slide show presentation labelled, ghost adoption/how to form and keep your baby ghost core healthy.

"Ok so let's get this started shall we" the boy says turning to the other men in the room. "Excuse me who are you" Constantine asks flatly a puff of smoke leaving his lips "john Constantine, I know it's been a month but I know I'm not that forgettable" he replied smiling flashing them with his too sharp teeth, his eyes flashing green.

"What how are you-" jhon was cut off "alive? Well I'm not, not really anyway" the boy says tilting his head lightly unblinking at the men. "Wait your the ghost king. Are you possessing that kid or something" hood glared at the demon/ghost/thing. "No I'm not overshadowing , this is my body, you see I'm only half dead, but that's a story for another time, I'm here for in right now" phantom says still starring unblinkingly.

"Why are you in this form and not your other form?" John asked the king. "because it's less of a mind fuck, now" phantom says and clicks the next button on the presentation "let's talk about how we are going to form your ghost cores shall we".

"What are you talking about?" Hood snaps, annoyed "why am I here? Do you want to finish me off or some shit? Collect my soul?!" Hood interrogates green sleeping into his vision. Phantom looks at him walks over to where hood is seated and places his hand on his shoulder. "You are here because you are a starved baby ghost with anger issues, well halfa that hasnt formed a core yet".

John looked at phantom "and why am I here?" "Because you have a core, but it's very unhealthy, and to talk about how I kinda ghost adopted you" phantom supplied. John and jason where so confused "now back to the slides" phantom says. They then spend 3 hours and a half talking about ghost cores, ghost adoption, and how to keep ghost cores healthy.

On the flip side danny is also considering fighting batman for custody for red hood. He'll have to talk to sam and tucker first though. Sam was pretty upset he adopted john without informing them first. Not that he originally knew he ghost adopted him. I mean what was danny suposed to do with Constantine's soul eat it?

#writing prompt #writing #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc comics #dc x dp #batfam #dc #jason todd #jhon constantine #john constantine #king phantom #jason is about to end up with a new dad #Constantine is so confused

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chaosprincess404 · 6 months

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💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜

Sex Questions Part 1 (first 30 100% honest answers only).

Do you like kissing with a lot or little tongue?

Depends the person but I like deep tongue kisses mainly.

2) Which parts of your body do you like to have kissed?

Neck or inner thigh, I will melt instantly.

3) What’s your favourite part about having quickies?

The thrill of being able to not hold back and go crazy on each other.

4) How do you like your breasts and nipples played with?

Absolutely love it.

5) Do you like being spanked?

Yes, I like it as hard as possible so I feel the sting for days and sit their dumb brain at work thinking about it.

6) Do you like spanking others?

Sometimes if I��m being dom.

7) Do you find yourself more dominant or submissive during sex?

Ok so here the thing. I can switch depending the partner but primarily I’m a dom outside of bed and an extreme sub in bed.

8) Do you like role play?

I do indeed it can make things very fun.

9) Do you like calling guys “Daddy?”

Only the man who owns me will ever be daddy when i’m owned. I’m loyal type.

10) What names do you like to be called during sex?

Anything derogatory or degrading as well as princess and babydoll.

11) How much eye contact do you like to have during sex?

Honestly I love it a lot because I love seeing my partners pleasure on his face and I also love him to stare me down like a hungry beast.

12) How long do you usually like to have sex for?

!!AS.LONG.AS.POSSIBLE!!

13) What’s something sexual you hesitated to try but ended up loving?

Anal, CNC, Breeding, Wateraports, Knifeplay, Most things tbh.

14) What’s something sexual you thought you’d love, but ending up not caring for?

I mean there is nothing really that I have tried… few things that I haven’t tried cause I know I won’t like them.

15) What, if anything, do you like about having threesomes?

Ok so hear me out…. So hypocritical I know but I will not ever share my man when in relationship. I’m possessive as hell! But I’m ok with him sharing me but I will always give him my main focus.

16) Do you like watching other people have sex?

I’d rather be doing it but I guess it’s fine for solo play.

17) Do you like being watched having sex?

Im an exhibitionist so yes, public sex is also a massive turn on for me.

18) What are your favourite sex positions?

That’s hard to choose tbh because I love all of it. I guess face down pushed into the floor and ass up having my holes used and abused. I love some CNC.

19) What makes you orgasm the fastest?

Choking me and treating me like a worthless whore.

20) Have you ever tried anal? Would you want to try?

Yes and I love it. I also enjoy DP.

21) Do you like anal play on a man?

Depends the partner to be honest but I have done it when they like it.

22) Would you ever want to try pegging?

I have pegged someone before and it’s fine with me. My partner at the time wanted to try it so I was happy to let him experience it.

23) Do you like being choked during sex?

HELL YES! This is absolute.

24) Do you like choking your partner during sex?

I can at times, or suffocating him with my ass.

25) What type of porn turns you on?

CNC, Public, Rough, Domination, Gameshow/TV, Time stop, kink related stuff like water sports rubbing / grinding and the list goes on……

26) Which are your favourite sex toys to masturbate with?

Lush 3 currently but I want a fuck machine.

27) Which sex toys do you like to use during sex?

All of them lol, use whatever you want on me.

28) Do you like having sex in the shower?

Yes I do, spas are good too!

29) How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their third?

Depends the people tbh and depends my status at the time.

30) How do you like to have your vagina stimulated manually?

Let me sit on your face while you suck the chaos out from between my legs.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜

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mono-dot-jpeg · 7 months

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tank moment - mauga

summary; title slightly irrelevant, i wanted to be funny. iykyk

genre/extra tags; headcanons/bullet fic, i talk about mauga hcs i thought of on the fly, reader is implied to be a support character, reader is also part of talon group, fluff, i only know the bare minimum about him and that's all i need baby, is this platonic or romantic idk

[gender neutral reader] [canon typical violence mentioned]

a/n; im back on my overwatch era. it never really ended but, i want to write about him, mauga, the beloved. typing this on my phone and finishing on my computer if anything seems wonky shhh dont tell me i'll relive that mistake for days

also this is a somewhat lightly reseached- aka not fully accurate/detailed work. i briefly mention samoan culture and if it offends or if it's a mistake, please tell me and i will erase those parts asap.

[support me and buy a kofi]

🗣 ALRIGHT SO ‼️

i've been watching and playing with/against mauga since the trial to play him came out and god i love him

but he's kind of easy to counter (im an ana main, nade is fucking broken but that's just anti heal things) and his ult is annoying

anyways

every tank needs their heal bot to keep em up

you just happen to be mauga's heal bot KDJSJSJ

(baptiste is too probably but not really)

he's a really smug guy

no one really knows that bc he sounds so upbeat and nice

but he loves to tease you, poke at you bc he knows that you will answer to him most of the time and entertain him in conversation

you and him are probably in your world even when you're both in talon tbh

he does his own thing and you just happen to join in

(he totally baits you to join his plans and you both know it)

he's a chaotic and cunning man and you're his enabler

(sounds like me and my bestie tbh)

"a hero would sacrifice you to save the world but a villain would sacrifice the world to save you" type beat

he's lowkey possessive but we dont talk about that

jk we do talk abt it

he's your scary guard dog privileges

like that man is tall tall ‼️‼️

idk why but i dont really imagine him being like an openly sweet person

he keeps it private even with how loud he is

anyways

you know how he's on a yacht for his origin story and there's like a bunch of people who got destroyed by him?

yeah he would totally do that shit for u if you asked.

he would give you the best home but

"thanks for the new place and all but did you have to kill someone for it?"

"i mean come on! this place is nice! let's enjoy it!"

he's very "i'll do the dirty work, just sit back and look pretty." and then you're like, "yeah i could. but i won't."

dps support vibes for you ✨️

but also he's charging in most of the time so, there's not much time to dps support KDHDJDJJD

he's like the kool aid man bursting in through the walls /j

cough

back to the hcs here...

he's so tall and big, he would totally let you hang off his back like nunu and wilump (from league, yeah i play league dont remind me totally gonna write for heartsteel soon tm)

also he's literally the greatest heated blanket (ahead of roadhog)

he's so stronk and wowowowow im so gay i love him

when you're surrounded by some enemies, he's charging in, slamming the ground and carrying you with ease as he keeps you safe while destroying any enemies who even tried to touch you

ugh

despite his lack of pda, he's a very actions over words.

he's so silly

chivalry isn't dead when he breaks into a jewelry store for u 😍😍

if you ever have those crazy thoughts about crime, he's totally gonna enable you and let you reign havoc on god knows what.

love language is actions and gift giving. enough said.

when he gives you a hug, he's so fucking warm omg

i said it before and i'll say it again, he's the best heated blanket, literal furnace

bad for the people who sweat easily though (ahem me lowkey)

one the off-days where it's just a day off and relaxing, he's taking care of you well !!

when you're on talon missions, since he can't run around as easily unless he gets the okay but you do keep him company until then

he likes to protect but he loves destroying people

he knows you're able to care for yourself, so he can go crazy whenever, and he loves that.

he also loves watching you get mad or angrily passionate

"yes go, la'u ma’asoama!" (my rock/stone, get it? bc his name means mountain)

he is a really good hype man. even if you're the one in the wrong.

god I WISH I LOOKED UP MORE ABOUT HIM ARGBHYKFJ

soon (tm)

someday i'll write more.

#overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch mauga #mauga x reader #overwatch mauga x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fluff #overwatch headcanons

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gaddaboutgriffon · 6 months

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After reading a bunch of DP x DC fic prompts and looking of the dc ghosts it got me thinking. What if the infinite realms ghost are different then most other ghosts.

The ghosts from the DC media tend to not be visible by most people except magic users and often are very weak and unable to physically interact with the living world. As I recall Deadman/Boston can really only interact with the world if he possesses some and a strong mind can kick him out quickly.

Were as the ghosts in Danny Phantom are often seen by the public in amity unless they intentionally go invisible. Can grab objects and cause massive damage if they want to or aren’t careful. And then thy have the extra abilities like ecto blasts, shields, fire, ice, Danny’s wail, hypnosis, magic, etc. Point is the ghosts from Danny phantom are really strong compared to the ones shown in DC.

Now for me that makes me think there are two possible reasons for the difference. One is that they are a different kind of ghost. Or two that being in the realms filled with ectoplasm makes them a lot stronger because they are not energy starved like the DC ghosts.

Now for the application to the crossover docs. The first option is that Danny’s world is a separate dimension with a thinner vail to the infinite realms and thus there is more ectoplasm naturally in his world. The second is the case that amity is in the DC universe and that place has a lot more ecto and ghost are visible Because of the Fenton Drs experiments and eventually the portal. Since it seems that ghosts weren’t much of a problem until their portal opened. (Personally I am more partial to the alternate dimension option but that’s just me.)

This really isn’t so much a prompt Idea and more just an observation post. But what do you guys think. Are infinite Relms ghosts a different kind, or are just stronger because they are better fed?

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc

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saphushia · 5 months

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I know very little about the DCU but everything about DP but for some reason your fic recs intrigued me and now I’m in dcxdp hell and I was wondering if you have more recommendations especially for finished fics 👀 you have opened a can of worms in my brain and I must feed them

ok but i literally got into this shit the same exact way aubdskjfg. literally fell ass deep into this from sheer curiosity barely knowing fuckin anything abt batman and now i've read more batman comics than i ever thought i would in my life.

anyways! yeah i think i've got a couple! apologize if there's a couple duplicates from my last recs i can't be bothered to go check it lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites

=ONESHOTS=

Late Night Talkin' [danny/dick] there-was-only-one-bed get-together wheremst danny n dick r hero partners

The Stiches That Bind Us Together [danny/dick] dick's not feeling well, so danny shows up at his apartment to take care of him. and danny knows well enough what hero-ing injuries look like to take a well-educated guess

Consequences danny + fear gas. bad combo

the case of the serial killer dick befriends wierd homeless teenager danny

It's a Small World Afterall [tim/danny] tim convinces danny to take him to amity on a date. he of course then gets kidnapped- by technus, of all people

Can You Fly Without Wings? circus gothica episode but danny gets taken all the way to gotham with freakshow

Cold nights and warm hands danny's sick, so dick of course invites him to stay at the manor, and they relax together

⭐Hollow the bats encounter one danny masters at a gala, and they're all immediately concerned about how blank the boy seems. danny's missing something, something important to him, and he's missing too much to even know what

Baby it's Cold Inside [tim/danny] danny unknowingly gets hit with cuddle pollen, and tim fulfills his boyfriend responsibility of providing snuggles

Surprise Halloween Haunting jason gets kidnapped to be a sacrifice in a ritual, and hijacks it to dial up a friend

4 Times Dick Grayson met Tim Drake's Partner +1 Time He Met Them All Together [tim/danny/tucker/sam] cute tim dating all the amity trio and confusing his brothers. also furry convention scene <3

⭐Bait and Switch thanks to a cult, danny ends up possessing jason, and neither are very happy about it

=FINISHED MULTI-CHAPTERS=

Last year, I starved. This year, I devour without guilt [danny/jason] danny takes one look at jason and decides he's in need of urgent ghost medical care, so he takes matters into his own hands

The Misadventures of Cosplay Man danny gets stuck in the DC universe for a little bit, so he goes around befuddling every villain and hero he comes across, with the power of bad cosplay.

⭐Satiate jason runs into danny while danny's having a little 'nice to meet you' ravenous brawl with the spirit of gotham. as ghosts do.

Vacation Crashers the fentons' camping trip goes south for all the usual ghost reasons, and that's before the batman crash lands in the middle of all of it. cue a teamup between jazz, danny, and all the bats, to take down vlad

Wanted: Dead and Alive tim rescues an injured teenager he found in a glowing green vat in an unknown experimental facility. proceeds to lose the injured teenager. loses his shit trying to find said teenager who is hiding way too effectively for a guy whose guts were on the floor a few days ago.

ok i'm only like halfway thru my bookmarks but i'm tired now kdsjbfgjkdsfg have fun~

#answers #fic rec #dcdp #nutrition-starts-with-nut

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spacecowboyhotch · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 25: Please

summary: dear fucking god, you’re trying to kill him.

kink: sex pollen

pairing: fem!reader (call name is Ace) x frankie “catfish” morales

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, dubious consent due to sex pollen, kissing, unprotected sex, oral sex, creampies, squirting, confessions of feelings

AN: this one REALLY got out of hand….i thought the santi dp fic would be the dirtiest thing i ever wrote but here this so um…no one look at me. also thank you to my wife @munsons-curls for betaing i wuv you so bad.

word count: 2.1k

kinktober masterlist | misc. masterlist

It feels sick to say that you’re grateful it happens with Frankie, but it’s true. All of the guys care for you, and you for them, but things have always been different with Frankie. Of course, that has to do with the feelings you have for him brewing dangerously close to the surface— but sometimes it feels like he feels something like that for you too.

He’s told you to keep your mask on, that these are dangerous woods and you can never be too careful. It’s clear that you’ve been hanging around overly confident Pope too much when you remove it, citing that you can handle anything these woods hold. But then you step on something that looks harmless and it dissolves violently into a red powder that gets in your mouth and nose, entering your bloodstream in a matter of moments.

Frankie’s on you quick, scooping you off the ground and sprinting away with a speed you didn’t know he possessed. He’s functioning with adrenaline pumping through his veins, the only thought on his mind is to get you out of there. Once back to the car he drives like a maniac, gets you back to the safe house in an amount of time that would frighten you if you could think straight.

You babble the entire way there, groaning about the sensations pulsing through your body. You’re confused, not sure what you’re feeling, but it’s incredibly warm and everything hurts, even the brush of your clothing against your skin makes you grimace— until it doesn’t.

“Frankie, it’s hot. It’s so fucking hot, and I’m aching, it all hurts. I need you,” You reach out for him, hand finding the expansive muscle of his thigh.

He looks down at your hand then up at you in confusion, unsure of what it could’ve been that you ingested to make you feel like this. Nonetheless, he leans over and settles his hand on your cheek, “I’m right here, what can I do?”

That’s when you’re hit with it in its entirety, no doubt about what’s happening to you. Arousal.

It’s now flooding your body, turning your brain to mush, and with the musky, pine smell of Frankie so heady in your nostrils you can’t keep up any sense of decorum. The way his skin feels against yours, just the brush of it feels sinful and you need him.

“Touch me, please. Make me feel good.”

His eyes go wide with nerves and surprise, and he tries to rip his hand away from your cheek but you hold it there, hold him there while he rejects you, “Ace, you don’t mean that.”

“I mean it Frankie, I need you to touch me and make me cum, please. I’ll do anything, whatever you fucking want just make me cum okay? Please?” You whimper, eyes pleading at him with a distress he’s never seen before.

He gets both of you unbuckled, and you hurl yourself out of the car, practically dragging him into the foyer of the safe house.

“Let’s go in the bedroom so that-“ He tries to usher you down the hall but you sink your heels in, lean back against the wall and pull him with you.

“No, Frankie, here, please? Please baby, just fuck me against the wall?”

Baby.

Dear fucking god, you’re trying to kill him. The term of endearment curls around his ears like warm smoke, and any hesitation about helping you melts away.

Your pants and panties are off in no time and he groans upon seeing that he doesn’t even have to get you ready, your pussy shining with your arousal. When he slides into you, you clench violently around him, and with just three gentle strokes you cum, a garbled version of his name leaving your throat.

His lips brush against your temple as he stills, “Better?”

You look up at him frantically shaking your head, “No, Frankie, don’t stop please, you feel so good. I need you.”

“I’ll take care of you, Ace,” He grits through his teeth, his forehead pressed against yours as he starts to thrust into you again.

“Will you cum inside me? Please, Frankie?”

His pace falters at the question, “Sweetheart-“

“Francisco, please?” You grip the collar of his shirt in one hand, your other hand knotting in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Whatever you want, whatever you want. How’s this?” He asks, resuming his previous rhythm, pleasure sparking down your spine and into your lower belly.

“Good, like that baby, just like that,” You praise and he drops his lips to the spot beneath your ear, kissing and sucking the skin there.

The sound of him entering you is obscene, and he can feel your slick completely coating him and the mound of curls at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, baby you’re so wet,” He says in a soft, honeyed voice.

You’d think that Frankie was hit with whatever the hell you were with how frantically he moves his hips against yours, fucking you up against the wall with an urgency. And while a lot of it has to do with how your brow smooths with each of his thrusts, he can’t deny that some of it is because you feel so tight and warm around him, that he’s been wanting to do something like this since the moment he laid his eyes on you.

You’re whispering all these filthy things in his ear, praising him as he fucks further and further into you, and when you beg him for his cum again he loses it, an animalistic sound leaving his throat as he fills you to the brim. You crest again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your fingernails now digging harshly into the flesh of his back. But it's still not enough. Your body’s still hot, still begging for more, and when Frankie pulls away to check on you he already sees it in your eyes.

“More?” He asks, running a thumb over your bottom.

“Please, baby.”

He can’t say no to that, and he doesn’t want to but he’s definitely going to need some time to recharge for another round.

His lips find your ear, voice raspy and send a chill through you, “You want my mouth? Hmm? Can I eat your pussy?”

“Fuck, yes. Please,” It comes out almost as a cry.

It's silly, the way he doesn’t want to pull out of you because he wants to keep his spend inside of you. It's even sillier how he carries you– still fully sheathed inside you– through the safehouse to the bedroom. He wastes no time once he enters the room, getting you on the bed and pivoting your hips up as he drops to his knees in order to keep his cum inside you.

When he comes face to face with your pussy for a moment all he can do is stare, you’re slick and swollen, the thick white of his seed just barely pushing out of you, and a chill runs through him when he leans forward and gets his first taste.

He’s ravenous and if you weren’t full of some chemical you’d be overly sensitive to the way his tongue messily runs through your folds. He sucks your clit between his lips, his eyes shut with concentration, and the sight makes you fall back against the bed.

“So fucking sweet, baby,” He murmurs into your pussy.

Your hand falls to his hair, knotting in it as you grind yourself against his face. He groans at the feeling of your hand is hair, doubling his efforts and soon you cum again. He licks up all your slick, his hands holding your thighs open with a firm grip.

His smell, his essence, his touch is the antidote, feeling like cool water against your feverish skin, “You feel so good against me, Frankie, please more.”

More. More, more, more. It’s all you've been asking him for since he put his hands on you, and he’s trying to hold back because this shouldn’t have been your first time together. But you’re looking up at him with desperation and hunger that he can’t resist. He has to take care of you and give you what you need.

Pushing up on your elbows to look at him, you frown at his lack of action, “Fuck me again, please, just one more time, please, Francisco?”

The last time is slower, lazier, the press of hips against each other slowly, both of you exhausted, but your body still calling to him. You don’t know how he’s kept up, but he feels so good, overwhelming in the best way. His mouth skates over your warm skin, mouthing kisses everywhere but where you actually want him. You wonder if he’s avoided kissing you on purpose, and more than anything you want his lips pressed to yours.

“Frankie?” You gasp through drags of pleasure, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah, baby?” He mumbles looking up at you, his mouth still at your shoulder.

“Kiss me.”

“You sure?”

“Baby,” You plead, trying to lean closer, eyes falling to his lips.

He nods, surging down to slant his mouth against yours, his thrusts still steady, and after licking into your mouth he pulls away, “Squeezing me so tight, still. Fuck.”

There’s a pressure, a force building deep within you. It feels good, intense, and you can’t even find the words, looking up at Frankie open-mouthed, hoping that your eyes are screaming don’t stop, because if he can just keep fucking you like this, with deep, fast thrusts, you’ll cum and it feels like it’ll be the end. Like if you cum one last time it’ll be the antidote, saving you from whatever this is.

It’s his undoing that pushes you over the edge. He grunts your name, pumping his cum deep. The warmth of him, the roughness of his voice breaks the dam inside you. You gush around him, it’s loud, it’s wet, but it feels so good and your back arches pushing your chest against his as you let out a silent cry, your orgasm pulsing through every nerve in your body.

Frankie groans when he feels you cum, resting his face in the crook of your neck as the both of you gasp air, trying to get your breathing back under control. You feel scores better, that heavy desire has left your limbs and a tiredness has replaced it. You could lay here forever if you weren’t so embarrassed about everything that just happened, especially the squirting— something you’ve never done before.

“Did I just…” You begin timidly.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweet girl, you needed it,” He coos into your neck, beginning to kiss a path down your body.

“But, Frankie-”

“Shh, let me taste you like this,” And through all of this, you notice how deep and needy his tone gets.

This is less about you and more about feeding his own hunger, and you happily lean back for him, letting him lap up the mixture of wetness from between your thighs with a constant satisfied hum in his throat. He kisses his way up your body– soft, sensual kisses that feel like more– and when his nose comes to rest against yours, you surge forward, capturing his mouth again. He tastes of you, salty and sweet, but of something distinctly him, and you lick into his mouth eagerly, wanting to memorize his taste since this is it.

“Better?” He asks again breathlessly once he’s pulled away.

“Much better,” You murmur softly, the gravity of everything that’s just come to pass hitting you like a ton of bricks. You feel your skin warm under his thoughtful gaze from embarrassment and maybe a hint of lust that still grips you. But you no longer feel like you’re dying, the discomfort subsiding. You shift in the bed, putting a small space between you, and he falls back onto his back beside you. “Thank you and…I’m sorry? I don’t really know what the protocol is here.”

“I did it because I wanted to, querida,” Frankie reassures, his fingers tangling with yours as he grips your hand.

“Yeah?” Your voice cracks, nervous but hopeful.

“Yes.”

“Maybe we could…do it again after dinner sometime? No crazy sex biochemical agents involved,” You giggle, squeezing his hand tighter.

He joins in on your laughter, turns on his side again so he can look you firmly in the eyes as he says, “I’d like that a lot.”

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#frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fanfiction #arson’s kinktober #not sfw #arson writes randos

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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for the numbered smut prompt thing;

39 and 40! ("It's not my fault you keep turning me on" & "you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck")

w either frank or matt maybe 👀 -🐹

okay nonnie….you…I….I MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR THIS ONE.

you said frank OR matt and my feral fucking brain said NOPE BOTH and I love the prompts but “you look so good” doesn’t fit with our darling matt murdock exactly sooooooo here we go

absolute FILTH under the cut (threesome, dp, fingering, the whole big show — or most of it at least, i regret NOTHING)

((also - tagging all my matt AND frank babies under the cut, but heed the above and DNI if it’s not your thing - FAIR WARNING))

🔥friday night fever!🔥

How is it possible for something to feel like far too much and not nearly enough, all at once?

You knew what you were getting into, agreeing to this. You’d had days to mull it over, both of them telling you more than once that there was absolutely no pressure, that the decision was completely up to you. The notion was far too appealing to pass up, and you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind once before, a lavish daydream to indulge in when the man himself wasn’t around to satisfy you.

It had shocked you, in truth, when the idea was first proposed. Matt has always had a bit of a possessive streak in him, so hearing that he was on board with it, that he was willing to share you, just for the night, it sent your pulse racing. Afterwards, after Frank had left and it was just the two of you alone in the apartment, he’d sidled closer to you on the couch, lips close to your ear and hand curling around your thigh.

“Think it over, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the soft spot beneath your ear, making your thighs clench together, desperate to relieve the pressure you could already feel building. “I can tell what’s it’s doing to you, how excited you are. It’s okay. I don’t mind sharing, letting him pleasure you, too. Just this once.” He smirked against your skin. “This is about you, and Castle…knows what he’s doing. I trust him.” A gentle nip at your pulse. “I trust you.”

And so you had, you thought it over. You thought long and hard about it, what it meant, the boundaries you wanted set, every single thing you would and wouldn’t agree to. Matt knew your limits, had probably discussed them with Frank before they even mentioned this to you, but still, you wanted to be clear. You didn’t want any lines crossed.

Like Matt said, just this once.

Your only worry, is that once wouldn’t be enough. For any of you.

Frank Castle is the polar opposite of Matthew Murdock, in every sense of the word. Brash where Matt is methodical, broody where Matt is amiable, violent where Matt is…less violent. You knew the stories, the details of what Daredevil and the Punisher had gone through, the blood that had been spilled and the revenge that had been sought. You knew tidbits of Frank Castle’s past, enough to make your heart ache for the man, what he’d been through, what he’d seen. Things no person should be made to endure. And he’s friendly, surprisingly so, easy to talk to and easier to joke with, poking fun at Matt as the two of you ate dinner at that Italian place down on 42rd Street, bottles of wine emptying faster than usual, conversation going well into the night, until the waiter had to gently remind you that the kitchen was closing and the dining room would soon follow.

“Quite the lady you have here, Red,” Frank had said, grinning wide at you as you walked out of the restaurant, you tucked under Matt’s arm, the three of you hiding from the rain under the restaurant’s awning. “You’re a lucky man.”

“The luckiest,” Matt had agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was good to see you, Castle.”

“You too, Red,” Frank replied, reaching for your hand, lifting it to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. He jutted his chin towards Matt. “Take care of this one, will ya, doll? He’s a special guy.”

You watched him walk away, watched the back of Frank disappear into the rainy New York night, and Matt had just chuckled. “He’s good looking, isn’t he?”

“What?” you’d sputtered, the wine and embarrassment making your face heat, turning on your heel and starting in the direction of Matt’s apartment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your heartbeat tells me all I need to know, sweetheart,” he said, catching up to you easily, threading his arm through yours. “It’s okay, honest. Foggy always said I had a knack for attracting pretty girls, maybe it works both ways.”

He hadn’t said anything more, though you’d rethought the conversation for weeks. Weeks of mulling over your interaction with Frank, the gentleness so clearly hidden behind a menacing exterior, the easy way in which he and Matt spoke, the obvious bond between them.

And then, a proposition.

The proposition.

You’re still worried, that once won’t be enough. You said as much, in the same breath that you’d agreed to their idea. Frank’s smile had widened, and Matt had adjusted himself in his seat, throat bobbing as he said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

There had been a brief conversation about scheduling another night, blocking off a Friday night where you could have dinner again, drink your fill and get comfortable, but something had stopped you. Looking at the two of them, opposites but not, feeling the magnetic pull that dragged you towards both of them, your heart forever belonging to Matt but your body begging, if only this once, to belong to Frank. Your hands gripped the couch cushion furiously, nails biting into the fabric as you stared between them, each sat in a chair, Frank sprawled wide with his arms out, Matt hunched forward, hands folded in front of him.

“What about tonight?”

Frank had looked at Matt, Matt’s brow had raised ever so slowly, and that was that.

You’re not quite sure who decided on the shower, or when the button was pressed that brought them both to life, but it’s overwhelming in the best kind of way. The water is hot, pounding down onto your bodies, steam swirling through the bathroom.

One minute you were standing in the living room, toying with your hands, sure of your devious but unsure where to start, and the next you were in the bathroom, the tiles cold beneath your feet. Matt stood behind you, mouth pressed against your neck, dragging kisses along your skin while Frank stood in front of you, just watching, the muscle in his jaw ticking as Matt slowly undid the zipper on your dress.

Heat rose in your face as Matt pulled at the collar of your dress, nudging it down your front, unhooking your bra at the same time, pushing all the fabric away, towards your hips. Frank was stoic, silent, giving nothing away as he watched. You could feel Matt’s body behind you, the tell-tale hardness prodding at your backside. His hands roved your body as they always did, like no one was watching. There was something in Frank’s gaze, something curious, and you realized he was watching Matt’s hands, watching where he touched and how he did so, cataloguing your body and tracing your outline.

You’d hissed when Matt’s hand cupped your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple and squeezing lightly. At the same time, his hips rolled into your ass, cock straining against his zipper. “Matt.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he crooned in your ear, “it’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He nipped at your earlobe. “You always do.”

It was more of a blur as both men undressed, the bathroom floor soon more fabric than tile, and while Matt walked you backwards into the shower, the water turned hot and soaking you instantly, Frank moved slower. He prowled towards you, eyes raking over your body. He stepped under the spray with you and Matt, water dripping down his broad chest, running in rivulets down his torso and legs. You were rapt, not sure where to look, your heart skipping at Matt’s attention behind you, his hands still roaming your body, and Frank’s lust-blown stare, dark eyes pinning you in place like a predator stalking it’s prey. You let your eyes drop, the heat in your face almost unbearable.

And here you are.

He closes the distance between you, one hand reaching for yours, threading your fingers together, while the other notches under your chin, lifting your gaze to his face. “Can I kiss ya, princess?” he drawls, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips. Your mouth parts softly, and Frank’s eyes move over your shoulder. “That okay with you, Red?”

“Only if she says yes,” Matt says, punctuating his answer with a sharp spank to your ass, face buried in your neck. “This is about her.”

“We’re on the same page, then,” Frank agrees, and his eyes slide back to you. “Whatta ya say, pretty girl?”

You nod once, your eyes growing heavy-lidded as Matt’s hand slides between your legs from behind, fingers glancing along your inner thighs, pushing your legs a little wider to give him better access to your pussy. Frank leans forward, hand still under your chin, and you gasp into his mouth as he kisses you, Matt’s mouth sucking at your shoulders, fingers sliding into you. The sound of the shower seems thunderous, your ears nearly ringing as Frank kisses you.

It’s jarring, how different it is to kissing Matt. Harsher, in a way, which fits completely, more teeth and tongue, the fingers knocked beneath your chin turning very quickly into his hand around your throat, middle finger and thumb either side of your windpipe. Matt’s fingers brush against that devastating spot inside you, and coupled with Frank squeezing your neck lightly, your legs are shaking. You can feel yourself rushing towards that cliff, nearly dangling off of it, but you don’t want to, not just yet. This can’t be over this fast.

Frank pulls back, eyes on your face again, and the grin on his lips is feral, licking the taste of your mouth off his own. His hand doesn’t move from your throat, fingers twitching against your pulse. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he asks, squeezing again until you gasp, nodding sharply in his grasp. “God damn, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your neck.”

You reach behind you, turning your head to the side as Frank leans in again. His mouth drags along your jaw, and you push at Matt’s arm. He leans in to kiss your cheek as Frank’s attention moves to your neck, your collar. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I need your cock, Matt,” you tell him, your voice nearly a whine. Frank’s fingers flex on your throat. “Please.”

“Okay, baby,” he replies, hands running down your sides, grabbing a handful of your ass as he takes his hard cock in hand, positioning himself between your legs from behind. Frank turns your head, putting your eyes on his face again, and you gasp as you feel the tip of Matt’s cock press against your entrance.

Frank’s just watching you, his gaze boring into yours, and you barely have time to react as he reaches for your other hand, pulling it down towards his cock. You let your eyes dip as your fingers wrap around him, sucking in a breath at the sight of his length. He’s got girth, not as long as Matt, but fuck, if that’s not the thickest cock you’ve ever seen. Refusing to shy away from a challenge, you pump him, the movement dragging your bodies closer together as Matt thrusts in all the way, sheathing himself inside you with a low groan.

“How’s she feel, Red?” Frank asks, his eyes still glued to your face. Your mouth drops open as Matt starts to move, hips slapping wetly against your ass, hands gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

“So good, Castle,” Matt replies, his voice high and breathless. You can feel his head pressed against your spine, his hold on your waist tightening. “You have no fucking idea. So wet.” He thrusts hard, the movement jarring you forward, but Frank holds you in place. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”

Every breath you take sounds like a moan, and Frank’s feral grin returns, a groan stuttering past his lips as you squeeze him. “Gotta say, it’s quite the view, watching you make her fall apart like this. You know what you’re doing, Red.” You bring your hand up, twisting your wrist and curving your palm over the tip of him. “Fuck, so does she.”

Matt’s head lifts from your back, and he pulls you back onto his cock, your knees nearly buckling as the tip of his cock finds that immaculate spot inside you, the pleasure nearly making your eyes roll back.

“Oh, she liked that, Red,” Frank says. “Do it again.”

Matt does, another wet slap echoing through the bathroom, and the sound that falls out of you is somewhere between a moan and a squeal, your legs going tense as white-hot pleasure shoots down your limbs. Frank crowds closer to you, still gripping your throat, and you’re stuck watching as he brings his free hand to his mouth, pushing two fingers past his lips.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he tells you, hand disappearing from view. “Keep stroking my cock like a good girl, yeah?” You do as he says, curving your palm over his sensitive tip again, lips quirking in a grin when he groans. “Yeah, you’re a good girl.” He moves impossibly closer, just enough room between your bodies for your hand around his cock, and his, moving between your legs, right where you’re split around Matt’s cock. He drags his fingers along your hot skin, and he must touch Matt too, because you hear his harsh gasp behind you, the next thrust he gives you impossibly harder.

“Make her cum, Castle,” Matt rasps out, leaning his forehead on your shoulder, his pace unrelenting. “Rub her clit until she screams.”

Frank grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice, Red.”

You let out a high-pitched gasp as Frank’s thick fingers find your clit, rubbing a harsh circle that has your toes curling against the tile. You try to keep up your strokes, your grip tight on Frank’s cock, but it’s almost impossible to concentrate, your mind hurtling elsewhere as your body tries to comprehend the sensations, the thick press of Matt into your pussy, the targeted pleasure of Frank’s fingers on your clit.

“Hey, I said, eyes on me,” Frank commands, and you hadn’t realized you let them flutter shut, your throat hiccuping in his grip as the pleasure climbs. You reach your free hand back, curling around Matt’s hip, squeezing until your nails dig in. You have to release Frank’s cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind, his own touch growing more and more insistent, the slide of his thick fingers curling down until he’s inside you too, knuckles brushing Matt’s cock while his thumb circles your clit. “C’mon, pretty girl, you gonna cum?” he asks, squeezing your windpipe just enough.

That’s what makes you topple over the edge, the sheer intensity of the feeling, the instant weightlessness that pours over you like a tidal wave. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and you try to keep your eyes on Frank’s, you really do, but it’s no use. The pleasure wracks your body, leaving you twitching and keening in their arms. Matt’s not far behind you, cumming with a shout that’s barely muffled against your shoulder. Frank seems unfazed, keeping his fingers right where they are, and as you return to your body, you don’t miss the way his eyes glance at Matt, still lust-blown and curious.

Matt pulls out first, leaning back against the shower wall, and Frank follows a moment later, but pushes his fingers deeper first, dragging the pads along that same spot Matt had hammered into. When he pulls them from you, his skin is coated with your cum and Matt’s, the milky fluid running between his knuckles.

You grab his wrist, opening your mouth as you push his fingers past your teeth, sucking them clean, flickering your tongue over his skin. Frank just grins. “Fuck. Tell me what you want, pretty girl. You gonna take us both next?” He releases your throat, reaching around and giving your ass a quick slap. “Gonna let me in this tight ass while Red fucks your pussy again? Huh? What do you want?”

You’re heaving breaths as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, and Matt is pressed against your back a moment later, arms twining around your waist, kissing your neck again. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart,” he whispers.

You blink hard, sinking into Matt’s touch, reaching for Frank’s wrist and moving his hand back between your legs.

“More.”

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ok i need to talk about my dp au or i'll explode. specifically details about vlad and danny's powered up forms. these guys

danny first though

danny, being a banshee, has a lot of different scream-based projectiles. the ghostly wail comes from using his chest voice and is more AOE, and the higher he screams the more narrow the resulting beam is. (those are the rules with his powers in general, not just powered up!) when he's like this, most of what he can vocalize is whimpers, stereotypical echoey ghost ooos and aaas, squeaks, squeals, and screams. he can speak words/sentences if he is laser focused on one person or conversation, but otherwise he does not.

vlad is in the same camp with the rules on the noises he can make. while danny is shrill, vlad roars and growls deeply. he doesn't have any powers related to his voice so it's mostly for show. he IS really fucking loud when he wants to be though

danny is usually very close to vlad when they are both in this state, wrapping his tail around his waist and putting his hands on his shoulders like this

part of this is their attachment to each other, and part of it is so that danny can quickly move to cover vlad's ears if they're in a fight:

vlad CAN stand out of the way to be able to withstand a Wail in this state, but it isn't ideal lol

vlad has a sense of physicality in this form and doesn't float unless necessary, preferring to trundle around on floors or stand on walls/ceilings like spiderman or perhaps zonic the zone cop. he and danny are both barely conscious, too overcome with rage and/or paranoia to do much else other than violence or searching for potential threats

a neat design note i thought i'd share is that i wanted vlad to look like he was bursting out of a cocoon or something w/ his black and white clothes contrasting his harsh hot pink colors. to really visually say that he's Letting Loose. saying that makes me feel silly but it really was the intention

danny's tail is long enough to make him as tall as vlad when it's fully stretched out (with the same proportioned upper half as his normal self), and when it's not wrapped around vlad protectively/possessively, he uses it as a weapon. his tail is deceptively strong and he can crush people to death with it if he so wishes, coiling around them like a snake. he thrashes and whips his tail when unhappy much like an unhappy cat. the difference is that it's strong enough to snap trees in half so if he starts thrashing it quickly turns destructive.

vlad is the melee fighter of the two. if anyone gets too close to the both of them, he's grappling and throwing punches. he's strong enough to punch through concrete and he does NOT care about property damage. vlad is usually much more of a projectiles and shields kind of guy, but it takes too much brain power for angy vlad.

usually they aren't in these forms at the same time though! the primary trigger for these forms is the other getting hurt or threatened, ESPECIALLY if they are defeated in a fight / knocked unconscious and revert back to human form. these forms are a maladaptive traumatic defense mechanism. they are so afraid of losing each other and/or being sent back to where they came from that they lose themselves if they feel as though that may happen or if they feel as though someone else wants to make that happen. skulker gets thrashed after he successfully captures danny to the point that he just doesn't fuck with them again

danny had never gotten like this before they escaped, but his fear of getting forcibly taken back or losing the one family member he has is enough to bring him into hysterics in the outside world. vlad DID enter this state before, but only once. danny was 4 years old and was about to go through his first comprehensive vivisection. he ended up killing two scientists and taking off the fingers of a third with his teeth before being subdued. after danny ends up going through the vivisection anyway, his learned helplessness was cemented and he never tried something like that again until the day of their escape a decade later

#exoticbutterstxt #biscuit's special danny phantom au #the only thing that reliably calms them down is when the other one tells them to stop #so when theyre both like this at the same time its Bad

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Ash Ketchum as Cure Master

Ohh yeah, Your eyes are not deceiving you, Ash Ketchum has changed.... for the next Pokemon Anime vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/po… when Sun & Moon finally ends and the Clone's Storyline finally ends, This is the Real Ash Ketchum, And he has been altered to a Degree, And it's sort of a Mix between XY ash and the Sun and Moon version, And.... to be honest.... I do like this new look for him, In-Universe Its possible how Ash altered it this loo may have been the Result of all 55 of the Pretty Cure All Stars inner light changing him.... At first I was afraid Ash was never gonna return in the Anime, But his Japanese Voice Actress put a rest to that claiming his Adventures is not over, It's amazing how much he's changed i.imgur.com/e9cnXq9.jpg

Also... with This new change of the Character and he's' still the same Age as he was in 1997, It's given me the opportunity to proceed with the Cure Master concept with Ideas from the Blueprints fav.me/ddcv5f6 But in the Blueprints as I would call the original Concept, the costume looked too familiar with his Kanto Costume which was the Idea with the Gold symbols of each of the Precure teams from the All Stars Pantheon, So I took some big libraries with the concept and came up with a Costume that's fits in line, His Cure Master Costume is a Set of Precure Armour that takes some inspiration from the Male PreCures from Hugtto PreCure, Even Jonathan Klondike AKA Joe Okada's suit of Armour, I did keep the Symbols of the Respected PreCure teams, They are Engraved in the Armour, In an edition, Ash now has a Sword called Blade of a True Pokemon Master and a Shield titled PreCure's loving Protection... if you look closely to it, You'll see the Angle figures on it are modelled in the forms of Nagisa Misumi AKA Cure Black and Honoka Yukishiro AKA Cure White, He's Research book is now complete with info linking the PreCures with there Respected Zodiacs, And he also has that Shard of the Miracle Star still giving off ever as you can see, Pikachu now possesses a Cloak of Levitation... Which Heartcatch PreCure use... When I was coming up with the Dialogue for Ash I was listening to this www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp-6BS…, So guys What do you thing, Do you like the way I came up with the Design, Please let me know of what you think?

(Messages from Ash Ketchum to the Precure All Stars Pantheon: Hello, It’s me... Ash, The real Ash Ketchum, Hope you get this message, There’s Something I wanna Tell that I keep Neglecting to tell you all at the Trial of my brother and the Ultra-Guardians... I received word from the Headmaster of Magic world, There’s Something about my Contingency Plan I had the Headmaster Of Magic World cast on to keep you and your Respects Home-Towns safe from invaders..... The Cloaking Spell was way more powerful then we originally thought... With some... Side effects.... Picture Miyuki and Akane becoming invisible when Candy was messing with the Camera.... But the First Generation Pretty Cures From Max Heart to Happiness Charge... Some how the Cloaking Enchantment Left Some Energy That has been absorbed into the Your DNA.... so from what Riko and Mirai told me... It’s likely that your Human hosts now have the Ability to become... Translucent willingly, So in the Day or night They could become Invisible and Visible at any time by command... I just thought that all 55 of you should know, Me and the Headmaster are not sure if there's a way to reverse it, but it may prove useful to all of you.... Sincerely Ash Ketchum of Pallot Town.)

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4rainynite · 1 year

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Danny Phantom Enemies Headcanons

This headcanon is gonna be about the many characters from the series Danny Phantom and see what their relationship with Team Phantom would be in the series ranging from: ally, neutral, and enemy. Now, it’s time for the enemys, enjoy. Allies here and neutrals here!

P.S. Sorry this took so long to due, real life comes before making headcanons. Enjoy!

Warning : Some character explanations will be super long, mentions of death, and other things rated PG-13.

Enemies:

Skulker - He was one of Team Phantom's first villains and was obsessed with hunting Danny for his pelt (GROSS!) and for being a Halfa. Skulker obviously doesn't care about who or what he hunts especially if a child or an endangered animal is his target. Once it's revealed that Danny isn't the only Halfa around (Not just Vlad and Dani) I can see him giving Danny 'the reason you suck speech' about how Danny is no longer special or worth his time hunting, which is a relief for Danny, but they'll still fight each other. Skulker may over time have a villian's respect towards Danny and Team Phantom, but will never admit it. I have a theory that the only reason he never hunted Vlad is because Vlad bribed him with endless weapons if Skulker never hunts him and Vlad pays Skulker to hunt things for him. On the scale of villiany in the show Skulker is #4 seeing as he hunts for sport and how he has been dangerously close to killing Danny and others.

Nicolai Technus - As much as Technus is a mad scientist type guy, he didn't really have the drive to be evil until Danny planted the idea. Once the idea came to mind Technus went through without hesitation, he could've changed his mind anytime. He defiantly embraced his villainous role by manipulating Danny and Valerie's emotions to like each other knowing that Valerie likes Danny Fenton and hates Danny Phantom (a bold move, I must admit). Ans in the bad timeline he teamed up with Skulker forming an even bigger baddie. So, yeah, he's an enemy.

Walker - For a guy who's a warden and expects everyone to follow the rules he's a hypocrite. He makes his own rules for others to follow, kidnap children, putting that shock collar on Wulf and almost putting it on Sam, and framed Danny and made him public enemy number one in his own town! If the series continued like a court episode revealing that it was Walker who attacked the ex-mayor and his police ghost possessed many citizens. Thus, clearing Danny's name and some high council in the Ghost Zone (not the Observants one, but like a lower division council that handles the different ghost jails and domains) remove Walker from his position as a warden and he is a prisoner of his own jail. He'll obviously blame Danny and Team Phantom and wants revenge.

Penelope Spectra & Bertrand- Oh my gosh, where do I begin with her? After the trauma she caused during her first episode she's #3 on my DP deadliest villains chart. Before she even set foot in Caper High, Spectra has gone through many different schools sucking the students' of their misery/energy to make herself and Bertrand stay young by lying and humiliating them, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if those poor kids ended up committing suicide because of her. Heck, she tried to kill the students of Casper High in 'Doctor's Disorder' and Jazz during the pep rally in front of everyone to create more misery. She made Danny utterly miserable, tried to turn Danny against Jazz, and tried to vaporize Jazz, and made Danny question himself as a Halfa by calling him a freak. As for Bertrand he's basically her lap dog and has no problems resulting in killing to get what he and his boss want. I think we all can agree that these two need to stay away from everyone, but mostly children.

The Guys in White - Let's face it: Amity Park hates these guys! Every episode that they're threatening citizens and ghost. They seem to have no problem with collateral damage seeing how that tried to kill Gregor/Elliot thinking he was the ghost boy and destroyed the observation station. Unlike the Fenton's who'll pay for the damages they caused, the Guys in White refuse to pay a penny and use the excuse that they work for the government. The worst thing they ever committed was them trying to blow up the Ghost Zone which would destroy our world too. Overtime they'll waste too much money on ghost catching equipment and the citizens of Amity Park will get sick of them causing the organization to disband. With only Agents K, O, and the leader guy still around trying to capture Danny or any other ghost.

The Other Ghost Hunters - After, their encounter with Danny Phantom they most likely felt humiliated, and it only fueled their hatred towards ghost. But seeing how popular Danny Phantom is in Amity Park doing anything against him is a big no-no. So I can see them waiting for Danny to screw-up so they can catch him.

Control Freak and Lydia - Seeing as Team Phantom have ruined his circus and plan to take over the world it's a given that he's an enemy. He probably spent years going to every town with his circus stealing from banks, museums, and jewelry stores only to be stopped by a couple of teens would make anybody vengeful. I doubt he remembers that Phantom and Fenton are the same person after Danny erased everyone's memory, but he does remember the events. Seeing as Lydia and Control Freak are a couple she seems cool with whatever evil scheme he comes up with. I believe the two were dating before her death.

Prince Aragon - Let's see arrogant, was willing to marry a child (I'm aware that was a practice back then, but today absolutely not!), kept his kingdom imprisoned in time for hundreds of years, and was abusive towards his sister. I see him having more of a vendetta over Dora and Sam than Danny.

Hotep Ra - Was a backstabbing advisor who tried to takeover world.

Vortex , Undergrowth, Nocturn - All three are powerful elemental: weather (Vortex), earth (Undergrowth), and dreams (Nocturn) that connect not just the human world but the ghost world as well. In each of their appearance all three were able to takeout Amity Park in a short amount of time and gave Team Phantom a run for their money, until they learned a new skill to defeat them. Seeing how the Observants had Vortex on trial it's obvious he is super powerful! I wish there was a special episode where all three combined like Skulltech 9.9 to see what kind of damage they could do.

Pariah Dark - Guy was a tyrant king who ruled with an iron fist and was so powerful that a group of ancient ghosts had to imprison him in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep to stop his reign of terror. He doesn't care if you're human, ghost, or halfa in his eyes he's above all. The guy transported Amity Park into the Ghost Zone and lead an army that could've destroy everyone and the world! Heck, Skulker didn't want to confront him, SKULKER, that really says something! Hopefully, no one will be stupid enough to wake him up again.

Dan Phantom/ Dark Danny - He has no humanity in him, destroyed most of Amity Park (and most of the world), committed two thousand evil deeds, and even tried to kill his family and friends. Dan Phantom has no redeeming qualities and seeing how the observants couldn't take him out without Clockworks assistance shows how powerful he is. Inever believed Danny's ghost side was bad; Danny is Danny whether he's Phantom of Fenton. I believe the guilt and stress of losing everyone he loved and the fusion with Vlad was what form Dan Phantom. Heck! If it were reversed and Danny killed his ghost half, he would've been Dan Fenton human serial killer. For everyone's sake he needs to stay in the Fenton Thermos forever!

Master's Blasters - Okay, we all know season three and the last episode were to put it lightly -something. But I have to ask: where did Vlad find these guys? I mean honestly, a trio of ghost hunters pop out of nowhere, are better hunters than Valerie and Danny, the second they arrive Amity Park just eats them up and are willing to pay for being saved despite how they feel about the GIW, seriously? If it weren't for the cancelation, I would've built them up that Vlad staged their hunting/ rescues to make them look better than Phantom. As Danny slowly doubts himself as a hero the Master Blasters start charging for the rescues. At this point of time Phantom and Red huntress are nowhere to be found so the citizens of Amity Park have no choice, but to pay. Skip forward to the ending (minus Danny and Vlad revealed to be halfas) where the Fentons, Phantom, and Red Huntress team up to protect Amity Park from both ghost and human threats it's revealed that Master's Blasters aren't as good as they appeared without Vlad's trickery. They most like vow revenge on Team Phantom and try to outdo them only to fall flat.

Vlad Masters/ Plasmius - Where to begin with, Vlad? Oh, wait, I know! Vlad had this whole scheme to keep Maddie to himself, make Danny and Jazz see him as their father, created clones to make a new family, take over Amity Park, and tried to kill/humiliate Jack on a number of occasions. Even in the alternate timeline when he finally marries Maddie he is crazy controlling of her. He's doomed Amity Park/ the world numerous times for power, attempted to kill Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Dani who are children (would've killed Valerie too if he knew about her finding out his secret), has tried to discredit Danny, taken over Amity Park via cheating, used his ghost powers to gain his wealthy, the list goes on. Vlad does seem to have some regret which is something most of the villains of the show don't seem to grasp. His older self in 'The Ultimate Enemy' realized the error of his ways and helped Danny return to his timeline (Vlad did state that he could've killed Danny instead but choose to do the right thing). And judging from the end of 'Phantom Planet' and the cover of the book ' A Glitch in Time' he seemed remorseful. He's done many things that have endangered both ghost and human life just to mess with Team Phantom, only time can tell if he deserves redemption.

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evansblues · 8 months

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This group of women on here are amazing!

https://www.amazon.com/Goddesses-Everywoman-Powerful-Archetypes-Womens/dp/0062321129/ref=sr_1_1?hvadid=580743676226&hvdev=c&hvlocphy=9061205&hvnetw=g&hvqmt=e&hvrand=14953610191371188157&hvtargid=kwd-747115415&hydadcr=15523_13517318&keywords=goddesses+in+every+woman&qid=1695920116&sr=8-1

Bolen herself is an Artemis type she said.

Ayehsa mentioned abstience being an attractive option: https://womenlovepower.com/why-abstinence-can-be-sexy-and-radical/

Women Love Power archetypes, introduction to the system and quiz (easy to understand graphic): https://womenlovepower.com/13-seduction-archetypes/

About Women Love Power

Starting off with what the anon said, they are correct in the sense that you have the essentialist, representing the mother archetype first, followed by the lover archetype.

It's worth noting that Bolen has also identified the mother archetype as Demeter. Demeter is Persephone's mother and the sister of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

The mother archetype embodies beautiful, nurturing energy. She is selfless and caring, often expressing love through acts of service and taking care of others. However, the downside is that the mother might be overly involved in her daughter's life. In some narratives about Demeter and Persephone, their stories are always interwoven. This dynamic is mentioned in the maiden archetype for Persephone on her website, which varies depending on the lover energy.

On a related note, the lover energy is represented by Aphrodite. The perspective of Ayesha, is that all women should and do need to embody some aspects of Aphrodite energy. This can manifest as physical sensuality or simply a love of dance; it's essentially a profound love of femininity. Aphrodite epitomizes the feminine energy all women should have. Bolen, however, views Aphrodite differently, as an optional goddess; not all women may resonate with or need her energy. Some may possess a mix of Aphrodite energy, while others might not have it at all.

Returning to the mother energy and its association with Chris: Having gone through the entire book by Bolen and the courses, I'm very confident in Chris's archetypes. Bolen has a book for the men called Gods in Everyman and Ayesha covers all the Gods in each of her courses with the best matches for you based on your archetype. This course, by the way, is excellent and worth the investment. It was instrumental in helping me understand my type and why I keep picking the wrong guys.

Contrary to what the anon suggests, the desire for all encompassing love is not the primary objective of the mother archetype. Her archetype even as the sensualist is that of nurturing- family first is the best way to describe her and that means she's children focused not husband focused or love focused. Just to be clear, you can be a mother or sensualist (Both demeter) and not want or have any kids. What replaces kids is up to you but could be pets, those who need help and vulnerable, seniors, the homeless etc. The point is you need to nurture to be happy. Lisa has big mother energy although I'm not sure which one and she's in an unhealthy energy but that's for another story. All encompassing love-That's the domain of a different goddess. Each goddess has her own goals, especially in romantic interactions.

The quiz, which helps determine one's archetype, requires careful attention. It's comprehensive, consisting of about 100 questions spread over six to eight pages. It's crucial to save your progress since refreshing the page necessitates starting from scratch. When attempting it, one should reflect on their lifelong character traits and not merely on situational behaviors.

For instance, even if a woman embraces the nurturing energy of Demeter after becoming a mother, her fundamental archetype might remain unchanged from what it was pre-motherhood.

Using Gloria Steinem as an example, regardless of whether she has children or is married, her primary archetype is that of Artemis, representing independence and advocacy for women's rights. So, regardless of her life choices, they're filtered through the lens of her primary archetype. It's vital to approach the quiz from a standpoint of one's true and purest nature. Don't take it worried about what others would think. Take as you are and it will resonate the most.

Every archetype has its beauty and significance. There's no hierarchy of value among them. One challenge with Bolen's perspective is that many are drawn to the Aphrodite archetype, perhaps because it seems more glamorous or desirable. However, very few genuinely embody the Aphrodite archetype. It's often challenging since those who do are sometimes criticized for their comfort with their sexuality. Think of figures like Kim Kardashian or Marilyn Monroe who often face societal scrutiny for their sensual energy. Aphrodite types are often looked at as "the other woman", have a hard time getting female friends and a host of other problems. Don't romanticize archetypes based on patriarchy!

As a reminder, the quiz is extensive. Approaching it with the right mindset is crucial. It's not about just seduction romantically. It's about seducing yourself, falling in love with yourself, with life and being your own best partner. It's self development and she includes romance and covers it very well but it's not the main aspect. Ayesha is the siren archetype she said.

Personal note- I'm the ingénue type. If you all take it, please do share!

Thank you for writing all that! This is so fascinating!

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dumbegglife · 1 year

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wowow i enjoyed the last genshin 3.6 event (long rambles)

thoroughly enjoyed it, it was really fun! kaveh was the unexpected mvp (so i pulled for him). kaveh has actual normal people problems and is actually funny. layla too. they're accomplished but always suffering greatly and that amuses me. hat guy making an unexpected appearance was also very good.

the cinematic cutscene was fantastic- i do love a shounen tournament arc and we got a little bit of that. the animation was beautiful and hilarious actually, like looking at hat guy's animations when he's being chased by faruzan's contraption thingie, it's very cartoony and playful. he also literally didn't participate in any of the other events but the diadem contest - i think he did it for his own amusement to test the other contestants LOL. nahida said he was there to just keep an eye on things so i definitely think he just wanted to mess with everyone when he got the chance. super cute actually.

the way the cutscene characterized everyone was quite effective too! it was only like...2 minutes! one thing is that i don't know how scara got through layla's shield...i'll pretend he broke it first because ???? anyway, it made sense that only scara and cyno could face off directly being 5 star DPS characters. kaveh winning from creativity (using faruzan's device to catch up), luck, and the capabilities of his briefcase was pretty awesome. since this contest as a whole wasn't a fight to the death, it highlighted the respective abilities of every contestant, not just how they could brute force their way to victory. ahhh i do love a tournament arc...

ngl, when they were discussing the diadem, i had very low expectations lmao. when kaveh went on about how pessimissm has to be sealed away and not be exposed to other people LOLOLOL i was like ohhhh, hoyoverse is gonna tell all the kids that negative thinking is actually evil and you just shouldn't engage at all?? LOL and yes kaveh did that and so did cyno (what did he say? research on humanity's suffering is "forbidden knowledge" that is harmful to the people LMAO) but i mean, if you're making genshin, you're probably suffering, so how could you possibly deny your own worldview ;)

anyway, they didn't go 100% that route - proven by nahida's appearance and acceptance of Sachin's research at the end. i really like nahida - "even prisoners in sumeru have a right to an education" nahida ^^ i love how she KNEW that Sachin's spirit in the diadem was going to try and "possess" someone and make them face the shitty aspects of being alive, but she let it happen anway (a chaotic and interesting choice!). she did it to honor his research and his will, but she also understood the danger of someone's pent up depression taking form as a magical curse so she made scaramouche join to make sure no one killed themselves as a result

yeah, great event, super fun, pretty light, beautiful and exciting cutscene and the material/message was kind of interesting and in line with my way of thinking so mmm yeah probably my favorite event. sumeru really may be the best region imo.

#eggpersonal

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➡ nsfw. Demon! Roronoa Zoro x F! Reader x Sanji ~ Stay Away From The King of Hell ~

Hi guys! I wanted to write a little scenario and I ended up with an nsfw fic including Sanji into a bisexual fantasy 🤣 Also, my beautiful friend @the-witch-of-one-piece gave me the idea of making these demon! Zoro stories a serie! If you like the idea please tell me so I can keep writing them :3

tw: nsfw. Zosan action. dp. dom! demonic! Zoro. Sub! Reader. Sub! Sanji. Zoro is possessed so he will be acting like the devil, don't expect a romantic fic here :P

wc: 3.5k

He hasn’t been the same since Wano. Zoro has changed. None of you dared to say nothing, but every one of you noticed. A growing appetite for red meats… raw red meats. The bloodier, the better. Sanji is not trying to stop him any longer.

“What are we going to do?” every nakama ask when Zoro is taking one of his usual naps. Yet, things have changed there too… He only sleeps during the day and never during the nights.

“(Name), do you have any idea?” Nami asks you because you are Zoro’s predilect nakama. He has a special affinity for you, and you for him. Love? Yeah, maybe you two are in love. But Zoro doesn’t care. He protects you, yes. But he doesn’t care about the tags. Sex? Of course… but not since Wano.

Zoro has been avoiding sleeping next to you, touching, kissing, grazing you. And you been doing the same… all of you have. The image of his transformation still lingers your memories, from dying to that… thing. Feral, drooling, so ready to drink the blood of his enemies. Purple and green, he looked like the King of Hell…

Zoro is the King of Hell.

He grunts during his sleep, who knows against what he is fighting. Is that thing going to sprout from his insides once again? When you are asleep? During the day? During the night?

“You should go and talk to him, (Name)-chwan. You are the one who spoke to him the last time. I’ll be backing you up in case he goes feral” Sanji suggests, and he is right. The only voice able to calm him down was yours.

“Fine” you mumble, not sure. That man right there… is still your lover? Is Roronoa Zoro still? You take a look at his sleeping position against the mast of the Thousand Sunny Go as the Sun slowly hides over the horizon. His jaw tensed, his arms muscles spasming. His nails have grown slightly longer and now are carving in his own palms as he clenches his hands.

He has periods of normality, but usually he isolates himself. Away from you, from your crew. But for how long this situation will go on? It’s time to act.

An icy full moon shines now over a black firmament full of stars, and you, wary walk towards him. He is now awake, hands behind his head, his katanas on his right side (good sign) and steel eye fixed on the moon.

The sound of your steps over the deck alerts him, in a sudden and violent motion he looks at you and you freeze.

His aura it’s perceivable, more than always. Nobody has such an intimidating sight like him, and as now you all know, that aura comes from nothing else than a real demon.

You can feel Sanji’s flames igniting around his ankles at your back, yet he still says nothing. Normally, he would shout at him to stop but not now. The mission consists of talking to Zoro in the most peaceful way possible.

“Why are you coming, (Name)?” Zoro asks, once his sight has returned and fixed into the moon. “I- I miss you, Zoro” you mumble, because you do, and think that if you talk about your feelings he would somehow, treat you kindly.

“I told you not to come closer” Zoro grunts, the veins on his temple growing and pumping. “Oi Marimo…” Sanji grunts back, already losing the little patient he has left. How dare he speak like that to a woman?

“Cook, you too. Please” the green haired samurai says, surprisingly politely and trying to calm himself with all of his strength. Sanji’s brows twitch. That’s not how Zoro would normally talk to him, not even ask something with “please”.

You turn around to look at your blonde nakama, tears are flooding your eyes. “I’m sorry” Sanji mouths, and dares to place one of his hands on your shoulder. Wrong decision.

In less than a second, as fast as possible, even more than Sanji’s super speed, Zoro appears at your back. His eye fixes on Sanji’s hand and then into the blonde’s eye. You stay froze, eyes widened, a cold shiver running through your back. The tingling sound of Zoro’s sharp blades, and the draining effect of Enma could be felt on your and Sanji’s bodies.

You swallow, tilting your head to the side as Zoro’s big, veiny, calloused hand now rests on your free shoulder. Sanji’s blue visible eye holds a flame inside, and you could only think Zoro’s probably too.

“Sanji… why are you touching her?” Zoro whispers, holding a beast about to burst. Both, Sanji and you, gasp to hear Zoro naming him for the very first time. “Zoro… I was just comforting her. She wanted to talk to you, and you pushed her away” Sanji firmly, also naming him, says.

A silence, that seems eternal, you unable to move wait for the inevitable to happen in a matter of seconds. But none of them move, and it seems as if your body was the perfect shield, the only thing that was holding Zoro back.

But you were wrong and in a sudden motion, Zoro’s hand end up under your chin, squeezing your cheeks with his fingers. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” he asks, completely unexpectedly. Zoro has never ever pronounced the world fuck in front of anybody, and you are sure not even in front of you either.

Sanji gets angrier and angrier, and he knows too well he could handle Zoro in his demon form just fine, but you are in the middle, and he has to protect you. “Marimo, stop this. Let her go, you are hurting her. You know that I’m not attacking you because she is in the middle” he says. “Let her go, now”.

“You haven’t answered yet. You wanna fuck her, Sanji?” Zoro asks again, pronouncing the chef’s name in a rather lustful tone. The green haired demon tilts your head to the side and licks in the most sinful possible way your cheek.

You react to his touch almost immediately, scared but so needy for it. “And I bet you want to fuck him, too… don’t you?” Zoro whispers into your ear, warmth breath, making your skin go all bumpy.

From Sanji’s nose, the most delicate little thin red line falls. Of course, this makes him aroused, but you seem to be in danger and inside him a storm of contradictions take place. “Let her go, Marimo” he screams, trying to kick him.

But your lips semi opened with ectasis expression, the teasing, even Zoro’s shameless speech is killing him, and he loses focus. So much he does, Zoro easily stops him from keep moving.

Enma’s edge to his neck, making his marked chin go up to avoid being beheaded. “Marimo… what…?” he stutters with a mix in between anger, hornyness and fright in his voice.

Zoro smirks and licks his upper lip. “Now you two are gonna get what you’ve been looking for. I told you not to come closer, and still you did. As the King I am you should comply” he states, passing his free hand now over your breasts.

You gasp and press your legs together; you need to give your throbbing sex some kind of release. You would lie if this weren’t something you have dreamt of many times but… is this moral? Is this safe?

“I can smell how wet you are from here, (Name)” Zoro mumbles, once again presenting beasty characteristics. “You want this, don’t you? Then turn around for your King, come on” he orders you and you do.

Sanji tries to tell you stop, but the metallic cold feeling of Enma’s blade on his Adam’s apple as it moves makes him shut up immediately.

Zoro’s hand land on Sandai Kitetsu that up until now was hanging from his hips so gracefully. “Marimo…” Sanji moans, this time he is really scared. “Shh I’m not gonna hurt her, just wanna get rid of those clothes”

Just the tip of his blade is enough to cut your shorts, shirt, and bra in the middle. Both pieces fall to the side exposing your whole anatomy to him. Your hands are behind your back, and your widened eyes express fear and lust.

Sanji’s nosebleed is now profuse, and that’s just more fuel to the flame.

“Sanji… you know how much I need blood, don’t you?” Zoro says, still with Enma to the cook’s neck and with a demonic expression. Sanji simply nods, barely moving any muscle and waits for the King of Hell’s next movement.

The little drops that fall from the blonde’s nose, trail a path from it towards his lips. Ferrous taste invading his mouth, inviting Zoro to drink from such ambrosia. “Stay still, Sanji” he commands, and the blade of his sword barely grazes the white skin up from his neck to his lips collecting drops of it in it.

Zoro takes Enma to his mouth, licking the blood off from it in the most lascivious imagery. “Zo-“ Sanji lips tremble, excitedly, horny? You don’t get exactly what’s going on and still rejoice on living it.

“Hah, they say princes have blue blood… but yours it’s so red and delicious” Zoro grunts, now taking his steely iris to yours. He is marking his next victim, and oh girl, your naked body in front of him it’s the one.

Your nipples get hard with the breeze of the night in the Grandline. Every nakama went to sleep as planned, you all needed full calm around Zoro in order to talk to him… but plans changed just a little…

“Come closer” the swordsman tells you, and as you do his mouth quickly land on your breasts. Sharp fangs, yet still human, nibble on your sensitive buttons. He pulls, bites and sucks. You whine, with your palm covering your mouth and closing your eyes as you feel despicable for enjoying this.

But Zoro is not ashamed, and nor seems Sanji. He sucks and fix his eye into his partner, showing him a lustful show and a bisexual fantasy. Will Sanji succumb to such thing? The Devil is known to tempt his victims and that’s exactly what Zoro is doing.

Zoro’s tongue sticked out plays with your nipple, the wind now freeze and make them even harder. Hard like Sanji’s crotch, hard, dripping, staining his black trousers with salty, sticky precum.

“Look at you, cook… so miserable” Zoro laughs, and moves Enma down indicating his friend to kneel on the deck of the Thousand Sunny go. “Come here crawling and undress me”.

You open your eyes, is this happening for real? Will Sanji comply to such orders?

And he does. You don’t know exactly if it’s just Zoro’s aura that’s able to make people move as he pleases or is that Sanji is really doing this because he wants it. But he does, and his skilful hands began unbuttoning Zoro’s green coat until the top half part of it hangs at each side of his hips.

Sanji’s pointy perfect nose barely graze Zoro’s hipbones, inhaling the scent of his caramel, covered in scars, skin. “Calm down, Sanji…” Zoro scolds him, as if he was lesser than a pet. Though Sanji seemed to be drooling over both of yours and Zoro’s half nudity.

“Let me ask you again, Sanji… Do you wanna fuck her?” Zoro asks, pushing the Germa prince, making him fall back on his ass. Sanji blinks, looking at him and then at you. “I- I…”

“Say you want it, Sanji-kun~” you moan, both because you want it and also because Zoro’s knee is playing in between your thighs now. “The little slut wants you, cook… come on”

Zoro turns you around and makes you walk towards the railing. “Arms on the rail, spread” he commands, using Sandai Kitetsu’s blade in between your legs. His heavy hand on your head, pulling from your hair to make you face him. “Are you gonna let the cook fuck you rough? Hm?” he asks, smirking and licking the commissure of his lips where a trail of Sanji’s dried blood rests.

You nod, panting as the excitement and exhilaration of this whole situation is making you act like a needy mess. “Good whore, serving your King as you should” he spits, putting your head down so your back arches and your ass ends lifted up.

Sanji still on the floor, startled to even say something look like a starving animal, drooling and needy to touch, to lick, to fuck you. “Come here, Sanji. Show me how you fuck her”

As fast as Zoro has said that to him, the cook is up walking towards you two to fulfil the duty of fucking you just as you asked him to. His soft, cared palms land on the small of your back and him, desperately, doesn’t even wait to undress he just lowers his zipper to stick himself inside you.

But the demon inside Zoro won’t let him do such terrible thing, oh no. And instead, Zoro wants to have a little bit more fun…

“As I thought, desperate. Cook, should I teach you how it’s done?” Zoro says, stopping Sanji as his arm passes from the back all across the cook’s belly. “Zoro- why?” Sanji pants and protests and lets you dripping wet as he hasn’t filled you up with his dick yet.

Zoro’s cynic laugh resonates in both of you. You are so drawn to touch yourself; you can’t take it anymore. “Look Sanji, look. Look how the whore is touching herself. She wants our dicks to fill her up” the swordsman whispers into Sanji’s ear, grazing it with his lips.

Sanji trembles, both because he wants to fuck you and because of the intense teasing, the sinful act of succumbing to a man’s touch. Him, Vinsmoke Sanji, a Casanova, getting harder because of a man doing that to him. What a contradiction, what a beautiful, libidinous temptation.

The blonde’s mind becomes blurry, he needs release, and the now drops of drools from Zoro’s bite on his neck ends up with him completely surrendered and whatever he wants to do with him.

Much to Sanji’s surprise, Zoro gently unbuttons his shirt as he asks for him to unbuckle his belt. “See her dripping cunt? She is getting off just by hearing us do this” he whispers, voice getting lower and raspier. And hell, Zoro is right. You can’t help but trace circles on your clit as you can barely see them so close, so lasciviously almost dancing with the other. What’s inside of Zoro is definitely changing everything, not only in between you two, but his whole relationship with his nakamas… specially with Sanji.

Zoro’s hardness pressed against the cook’s back. Calloused hands that now reach for white, scarless abs, go up and down. And Sanji’s nape rests on Zoro’s shoulder with his lips semi open, subdued to the most carnal desires.

“Give me your hand, cook” Zoro commands, and surrounding one of Sanji’s hands he takes it to his lower belly, going down in a painful slow-motion. “Zoro… please” Sanji begs, at this point he wants to be touched.

“Don’t rush, cook” the swordsman says, biting once again his neck this time feeling sharper than before. Zoro’s demon is blooming, manifesting in his physical traits… and none of you have a problem with it. The first time you saw that creature you didn’t thought it was horrible, but sexy, worthy of a dark God, hybrid human with a feral façade and attitude. Feral, scary, but absolutely irresistible.

Sanji’s hand with Zoro’s around it finally get to the prince’s throbbing shaft. The sticky wetness that has left the trousers of the cook damped bathe Zoro’s back of his hand. “Ah… Sanji…” he grunts, allowing the trousers that barely hang from Sanji’s prominent hipbones to slide down to the ground.

Exposed milky crotch, reddish, almost purple tip sprouting slippery arousal product. Fingers around his shaft, up and down, pumping together. Whet teeth carving marks on fair shoulders, making Sanji whine uncontrollably, with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“I’m gonna… cum” Sanji states, trembling, realizing Zoro has become fully transformed and even tiny horns have grown from his forehead. You on the verge of maybe the second orgasm already, have your sight fixed on them as they even haven’t noticed you are there.

“You are not cumming until I tell you so, Sanji. You, (Name) who told you to stop? Prepare your cunt we are gonna fuck you now” he conducts, and you, as fast as possible return to your position of hands on the rail and ass up for them.

Zoro stops jerking Sanji and makes him come closer to your entrance. “If you are gonna cum, you are gonna do it inside of her”. He doesn’t wait and guides his partner’s dripping dick inside of your clenching walls. You moan, loudly, causing your whines to be heard all over the Grandline vast ocean being plied by your ship.

“Sh, whore” Zoro let Sanji alone, who at this point is fucking you mercilessly. “Suck it” he commands, while the green robe ends up completely on the ground as well as his black pants. His hardness so tempting, multiplied by the effect of black patterns drawn over his skin, specially from his hip bones down.

You receive his sex in your mouth, allowing to be choked with salty delight sprouting from it. Thrusts at your back, thrusts on your mouth, pulling from your hair, and Sanji’s nails carving at each side of your glutes. Breaking you in half, the wings of the Pirate King destroy you. Your legs turn weaker and weaker. Almost impossible to stay standing, your knuckles become white from how hard you are gripping to the railing not to fall.

When Sanji show inevitable signs of bursting, Zoro who hasn’t ever stopped fucking your mouth snatches the blonde’s cheeks. “Look at your face, little whore” he smirks, enjoying the rapt expressions of Sanji’s upcoming orgasm.

A moan ripped from his throat, breathed into Zoro’s mouth as he bites the cook’s pinkish juicy lips. A moan followed by yours, feeling so full of Sanji’s release you also cum moaning around Zoro’s hard shaft.

“Good you too, but it’s not the end… who should I fuck first?”

Pushing Sanji back, making his cum drip from your entrance through your thighs and into the floor, Zoro turns you around. You gasp, still trembling for the past orgasm. The look into his eyes have changed even more, and the steel colour of his irises is covered by a purple gaze.

“Zoro…” you stutter. “King of Hell, little whore” he corrects you and lifts you up sitting you on the rail. Dangerously balancing yourself your legs surround his waist and your hands grab his little horns. “Hah, the whore found a good use for these” he laughs, looking up towards his little sprouting protrusions.

He doesn’t wait and impales you, even if your overly sensitive entrance would use some rest, he won’t give you the pleasure to do so. His hips, strong and merciless move in and out of you, and his sharp teeth graze your lips painfully making them bleed a little.

The ferrous taste of your red vital fluid makes him even feral, and you feel as if your insides are being ripped. But you don’t care, you want more, more and more. You want that beast to go in so deep, deepest every time. You look at the muscles of his body tense, his mandible, the perfection of the scar crossing his chest tensing too.

A quick look at the side towards the man who had just fucked you some minutes ago gives you the imagery of a blond already hard again, jerking him off, fixing his sight in the way Zoro fucks you and you enjoy being impaled.

“Sanji, little whore, come here” Zoro manages to say, in between guttural demonic grunts and sweaty temples. And Sanji, as if he knew exactly what his friend wanted comes closer to you too. You open your eyes and look at them kiss in the most passionate, lecherous way. It makes you wanna join, and so you do, slowly but surely.

Three tongues dancing with each other, strings of saliva forming in between them, the most sinful attitude, worthy of the very King and vassals of hell.

“Fuck her too, stretch this cunt with me” Zoro commands his friend and so that’s what the blonde does. Zoro walks a little back so Sanji can fit in between you and the railing and when it’s all set his dick slides inside you. It stretches you to no extent, the grazing of both of them sexes inside you, pumping in and out in unison. Sanji’s little whines on your ear, Zoro’s grunt on your lips…

Trembling, coming. Coming them too, your uterus full of their releases. Your skin with marks, scratches of Zoro’s longer nails, the dried blood of your bitten lips… Let’s descend to hell and never come back…

“That’s why I told you to stay away from me, (Name), Sanji… I haven’t still tamed my demon… and it’s so hungry”

“Let us help you to do so, Zoro…” ~

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𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙧𝙮 || niki lauda x reader x james hunt

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : flirting with james shouldn’t have been a problem, because you and niki weren’t even that serious anyways, right? well, it turns out you are serious, but it also turns out not to be quite the problem you expected.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 : 2.8k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : smut (threesome, dubcon (slight), oral f and m receiving, dp/anal, spitroasting, slight degradation/dumbification, overstimulation, spanking), touch of angst, possessiveness, niki being mean (guys, it’s niki), pwp

based on a request by @creme-bruhlee which was based on a thing I told him I was working on which I wasn’t actually working on yet but then I casually wrote in one sitting when I was supposed to be doing my sleepover gah

You certainly didn’t like James Hunt. After all, you were all but contractually obligated to hate him in solidarity with your boyfriend and his biggest rival, Niki.

But you did appreciate James— for his undeniable talent as a driver, and for what he brought out in your boyfriend. Not just on the track, but at times like this as well.

It started rather innocently, at least as innocent as any press event could be. Niki wore you proudly on his arm, for most of the interviews: you knew that a lot of this for him was simply a publicity ploy to improve his image, but it honestly didn’t bother you that much since it was partially for publicity on your part as well (you had your own career to advance, after all).

What bothered him, though, was when James started to suddenly chat you up, undeniably flirty but just to the level that it could almost be construed as polite.

He waited until Niki was pulled away for an interview and stood just behind the camera, asking you a million questions and finding dumb excuses to touch you: first it was something in your hair, then admiring your bracelet (Niki gave it to me, you told him; Twice now he’s shown that he has fine taste, James winked in reply) until he finally stepped closer and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Let me show you what a real driver can do, sweetheart,” he offered lowly, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against your temple, and you caught Niki leaving the interview suddenly in the corner of your eye.

“And let me show you what happens when you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” Niki interrupted, shoving James back off of you before hitting him square in the jaw. You gasped, as did the many reporters and drivers watching, but soon Niki’s attention was turned back to you, fire in his glare.

“Hey, I was just trying to be personable—” James defended as he held his face in his hand, but Niki ignored him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you behind him out of the press tent.

“Looks like the infamous Hunt/Lauda rivalry has come to a bit of a head, possibly over Lauda’s girlfriend—” you heard one of the reporters explain to a camera, but soon the buzz faded to silence as Niki took you further away.

“Where are we going, Niki?” you asked nervously, trailing behind him as best you could.

“Somewhere private where you can learn your lesson,” Niki answered, making you swallow dryly. He wasn’t the sort of person you wanted to be in trouble with.

He found an empty garage and all but tossed you inside, pinning you to the wall at each shoulder.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, letting Hunt put his hands on you like that?” he hissed.

“I didn’t let him, he just did it!” you defended.

“Then you tell him to stop!” Niki explained, exasperated. “Instead of standing right there, right in front of my face and doing nothing! You can’t imagine how it feels to see another man put his hands on you— and that man...”

You hadn’t realized he cared about that sort of thing; you hadn’t realized he cared about you that much. “I’m sorry, Niki, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re right about that,” he hissed, “it won’t happen again because you’re going to bend over that toolbox and learn not to test me."

You opened your mouth to protest and yet you were already doing it, feeling your cheeks burn as he pulled your dress up and rubbed his calloused hands over your ass and thighs.

A yelp jumped from your mouth when he hit you, but your thighs clenched together, too. "Now would be a good time to start apologizing," he suggested coldly.

"Niki, baby, I'm so so sorr— ah!" you whined again when he hit you even harder, the sound of his skin on yours echoing around the garage.

"Do you want to flirt with him? Would you rather be his flavor of the week?" Niki interrogated.

"No! Just want you, I swear," you promised, biting your lip to hold back a moan when he hit you twice in a row.

"You'll have me," he promised. "You need to remember who you belong to."

If you weren't so desperate you would've probably protested to that language, but your panties were soaked from almost nothing at all and you were in no position to debate with him.

The sound of his uniform unzipping was like music to your ears, and you purred a little when he pulled your panties down your thighs slowly. "Are you enjoying this?" he realized. "It's supposed to be a punishment and still you're soaking wet. Is that for him or me?"

"You, Niki, fuck me, please," you whined, the sound shifting into a gasp as he pushed inside you roughly, a little too deep and a little too fast for how little you'd been prepared. It was usually some level of struggle to take him but this was a very new circumstance: now he was fucking you with a point to make, with a message to send. And you got that message loud and clear as he mercilessly pounded into you, nearly knocking over the toolkit you were bent onto. "Fffuck," you stammered, holding onto the aluminum for dear life while he grunted behind you.

"You can moan louder than that, no need to suppress yourself," he encouraged.

"They could hear us, they're not too far away—"

He spanked you again and you cried out, realizing he likely wanted them to hear you; he wanted those reporters to make sure everyone knew that you were his. "Tell them who's fucking you so good, hm? Tell them who you belong to."

"Niki," you sobbed, "yours, baby, I'm yours..."

Just then, the door to the garage swung open and you gasped at the sight of James Hunt. You tried to kick Niki away and cover yourself but he didn't budge— he didn't even stop fucking you, much to your humiliation.

"I'm a little busy here, James," Niki explained with a smug grin.

"I can tell— listen, if you're gonna make us all hear this, could you at least do it right?" James frowned. "Your girl has many talents but acting is not one of them."

"Are you saying this is a performance?" Niki realized.

"You'd be able to tell the difference if you'd ever heard a woman actually finish but with you, that's impossible," James laughed. "Smart move going from behind, though, spare her from having to look at—" James motioned to his face broadly— "this whole situation you have going on."

"If you think you can do better, Hunt, I'd love to see you try."

You started about a thousand questions but didn't finish any of them, and James grinned as he shut the door behind himself. "I told you I'd show you what a real driver can do, didn't I?" he addressed you, crossing the room to where Niki had you pinned down.

Before you could say anything (not that you knew what to say), James grabbed your hair and kissed you, not quite rough yet but completely dominating as his tongue slid over yours and tickled the roof of your mouth.

"You wouldn't be doing that if you knew where her mouth had been, James," Niki chuckled.

"That sort of shit doesn't bother me, Lauda," James explained once he'd broken his lips away from yours. "It's called confidence in my masculinity, look it up sometime. I know exactly what's been in her cunt, too, and I'm still gonna show her how a real man eats pussy."

You got a little nervous at the sound of that, but wetter as well.

Niki circled to face you, clutching your jaw and examining your expression carefully as James hungrily licked and sucked at your cunt.

"If you're going to eat her cunt then let me fill it with my come first, give you a little taste of victory, eh?" Niki joked, but James pushed him away and you whined slightly when your boyfriend's cock slipped out of you... but it was only a moment before James knelt behind you, swiping his tongue over your swollen bud and drenched opening as you purred.

"I hope your jaw isn't too sore, Hunt," Niki sneered.

"It's not," James assured with saccharine faux-sweetness before diving back in to taste you further.

James stopped to lean his head out to the side. "Think she likes the sound of that, Niki— she clenched down on my tongue real tight."

"If you come for him, you won't like what I'll do to you," Niki warned you harshly. "You won't sit right for a week, at least."

"Oh, I see," Niki smirked. "You want me to tear up that little ass... should've known, you have that look about you: the kind of girl who acts innocent in public but turns into a whore when the lights go out."

Yet again James caught you reacting to what Niki said, though this time he didn't need to announce it since your own moan gave you away.

"Go ahead and fuck her then, Hunt, and get her ass ready for me," Niki instructed. You were surprised when James obeyed, standing up and unzipping his uniform as well to start rubbing his cock over your dripping pussy.

"You want it, sweetheart?" James taunted. "Ask very nicely."

"Fuck me, James, please," you sighed, and he was much more gentle than Niki had been as he filled you, letting you savor every inch of his length.

"Sounds so lovely when you say my name like that, do it again," James demanded, slowly beginning to rock into you.

"James," you breathed, gasping when Niki pushed his cock against your lips; you could taste yourself on him and it turned you on even more.

"I think we can find a better use for your mouth than boosting James' ego, yes?" Niki groaned as he started to fuck your mouth, holding your head steady. "Certainly he doesn't need any more of that."

You moaned loudly around Niki's cock when James circled his finger around your tighter rim. The first knuckle pushed in and you felt your knees wobble. Then back out again, then to the second knuckle-- each twist of his finger he went a little deeper, he even went so far as to spit on your hole which made you choke from more than just Niki's cock down your throat.

"Your girl's gotta sweet little cunt, Niki," James groaned as he fucked you faster. "You should let your pit crew use her, too, give 'em a morale boost."

"Maybe I will if she doesn't behave for us today," Niki considered, weaving his fingers into your hair to start fucking your face more roughly.

Your legs threatened to give out with the way James was fucking you; your eyes rolled back in your head with a suppressed moan as Niki kept using your mouth.

Around the same time Niki pulled his cock out to rub it over your face, James pulled out to slap his swollen head on your clit.

Another finger pushed into your ass and you made a sound that you hardly recognized as your own. "If I had known you liked it up the ass so much, you would've never taken it anywhere else," Niki promised with a growl.

Once James decided both your holes were ready, they seemed to have no trouble at all manhandling you into the position they needed— surely it was the first time you'd ever seen them work together— and soon you found yourself balanced on James' lap while Niki found his place behind you.

"Do you think you can take us both, sweetheart?" James taunted as you felt both of them teasing your holes.

"Well, I've never been fucked by two massive dicks before," you admitted, "and you have big cocks, so..."

"I'll miss that wit of yours when you become a mindless, drooling fuckdoll in the next two minutes," Niki stated plainly.

It only took ten seconds.

Your hands weakly held onto James' shoulders as you bounced on top of him, moaning lowly as you were filled beyond what you thought possible. Niki had to hold your waist to help guide you, occasionally thrusting forward to fill your ass with every inch of him.

"Ah, fuck," you moaned, reaching beside you to grab Niki's forearm in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

James tore your dress down the front and latched onto your tits, sucking hard and even letting his teeth graze one nipple while Niki used his free hand to pinch the other.

Even when your eyes fell shut and your brain was totally empty, you could tell them apart just by touch. It was Niki sucking a mark on the side of your neck, but James grabbing a rough handful of your ass. It was Niki that reached around to rub your clit, but James that nibbled and sucked on your earlobe while whispering things so dirty that your face burned hot.

"We can both feel it when you come, do it again," Niki demanded just before your third hit you.

"Give us a good squeeze, sweetheart, wanna feel that cunt milk me," James agreed.

"I-I'm coming," you gasped as your head fell back, both of them laughing and cooing proudly.

"There she goes."

"Good fucking girl."

"Gets tighter every time."

You only regained your ability to tell who said what when you felt Niki's lips against your ear, his voice soothing your aching, quivering body. "You want to be full of come, don't you?" he presumed, and you nodded sleepily. "We'll fill you as deep as we can, and you need to keep it in you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, Niki," you agreed softly.

They picked up their pace and you felt like a ragdoll as they thrust into your limp body, chasing their highs as recklessly as always until you lost your voice from moaning so loud.

James finished first, though you imagined this was one race he would’ve preferred not to win. He bit down on your shoulder as he filled you, hard enough to leave a mark which you knew would anger Niki when he realized it.

"Tell me who you belong to," Niki pleaded one last time, coming inside you the moment you answered "you, Niki."

And then it was just the three of you, standing there in a sweaty jumble of limbs, catching your breath and trying to process what had just occurred.

“Do you think we can get out of here without too many reporters seeing?” Niki asked James.

“I’m going to worry about getting out of the girl first, then the building,” James decided, and the two of them helped lift you onto your numb legs, your body slow to recover from the onslaught of sensations that had been forced on you this long. If anything was more jarring than being filled by both of them, it was both of them pulling out at once. Come leaked out of you from more places than you cared to admit, and since James had torn your dress, Niki gave you his uniform to wear which left him in only the undershirt and boxers he wore beneath.

“I can’t believe I’m getting your spunk on my uniform right now, Hunt,” Niki grimaced, making James laugh as he zipped himself back up. Funny enough, he looked the most normal after all this of the three of you; maybe because he always had that ‘just had some freaky sex’ look about him. You and Niki were a bit newer to the game, so you didn’t wear it as well, but honestly you thought he looked pretty cute with his curls all messed up from when you’d run your fingers through them.

“Well,” James announced with a puffed chest and proud smile, “next time you two are having a lover’s spat, give me a call and I’ll lend a hand or cock as needed. But I think I’ll take my leave now.”

What do you say after something like that? Apparently the answer is nothing, considering you just nodded slightly and Niki gave him an awkward wave as he disappeared out the door with the nonchalance as his arrival.

Plunged into silence, you glanced over at Niki who was already staring at you. “So?” he asked. “Was he better?”

“No,” you answered right away.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Relief washed over you when he pulled you into an embrace and kissed your forehead; you couldn’t think of the last time he was so affectionate. “Let’s get back to the track and find you a new dress, hm?” he suggested. “One that James Hunt absolutely won’t get his hands on.”

#niki lauda x reader #james hunt x reader

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