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bee-tee-rus · 2 months

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MML AU where King Pistachion is a single dad going on a T/indr date with you and Derek keeps fucking shit up:

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Your legs bounce with anticipation. You tie the 50th knot out of the paper sheath that your straw came in, now noticing how strong it-- oh! Nope, it finally tore. Broken out of your daze now, you take a look around the little sandwich shop that you sit alone in, wondering when your date will show.

Online dating isn't really your thing, due to the countless articles and stories you've sunken time into reading, giving your paranoia a whole 'nother level of paranoia. But it really can't be that bad, right? You are hyper aware or any potential danger, so it all should be fine.

Some minutes pass, and you just got back to your seat with a Pistachio latte. You laugh to yourself, remembering that the guy's screename who you are supposed to meet was... "King Pistachion". He didn't look like your typical human. In fact, dude didn't look human in the slightest. Like some hot sexy monstrous treeman. Hey, there's a first time for everything! You pat your pocket to be sure you brought tweezers-- in case of any splinters.

RING! The door opens after what seemed like an eternity and you are 99% sure that the being who came through is him. I mean, how many men made of wood really live around here... Actually, that's a great question and you'll look into that later.

The tree man swivels his head and squints his eyes as he looks around the room. I lock my eyes onto him, yet remain silent as he surveys the room. I can't help but feel a bit intimidated. Once he turns my way and meets my gaze, I flash a weak smile and wave. He straightens up, nearly missing the ceiling as a huge smile forms across his face. The man comes forward and then I realize just how much taller he is than I. If this date gets far enough... I wonder how THAT will play out? I shake those unwanted thoughts away.

"H-hi, I'm Anon. Um from the uh... The app." God, why are you nervous?

"I know, as soon as those gems glistened my way, they drew me in... Anon~" the man says with smoothness as he kneels down and grabs your hand, his large stick thumb caressing the top of your hand in a seductive way.

Oh God, he is laying it on a little too thick.

"Uh..." You pull your hand away, feeling awkward from the sudden gesture. "Here, let's sit down and maybe talk some first, kinda get to know each other?"

"Ha ha yes, my little berry. Here... Let me--"

"AH!"

Suddenly, you are light on your feet. In fact, you aren't even on your feet anymore! This man had the audacity to pick you up and carry you bridal style to your seat. Sir, this is a Jimmy John's. He pulls out your chair with one hand and gently sits you down, then goes over to his seat and plops down in it. He leans his chin on his clasped hands as he leans forward to give you his undivided attention. What is with this guy? It seems like he is wanting to get to the good part already, like slow down!

"Haha... " You chuckle nervously, not knowing how to react to his chivalrous antics. "So... Is 'King Pistachion' your real name?"

"Yes."

"Really? No really?"

"Well I suppose if I had a human identity, I would go by 'Pcarl'. The 'P' is silent."

His face looks proud of his swift answer to you. The gears in your brain start turning and churning. There's not a single 'P' in 'Carl', what is he... ? Whatever, you won't question his logic for now.

"Okay, Pcarl..." You look the strange man up and down, not really feeling the name. You get the strong feeling that he just made that up on the spot. "Can I call you KP?"

"If that's what your heart desires, little berry~" he purrs out as he flashes a wink in your general direction.

You let out a sigh and try your best to reel the tree man back to square one with you.

"Anyways, KP, tell me a little about yourself. What do you do for fun? What sorta job do you do?"

"Oh you know. Terraforming foreign lands with my bountiful seed to grow my fiersome army of Pistachion soilders so we can rule this dying planet."

A smirk forms on his face as he leans back with his arms crossed.

With a strained poker face, you can only bring yourself to respond with a repeated question.

"... And for work?"

"Terraforming foreign lands with my bountiful seed to grow my fiersome army of Pistachion soilders so we can rule this dying planet."

Hm, so he's pretty much a Line A to Line B guy. You are uncertain whether you should feel threatened or not. Your thoughts get cut off when you hear an adult male voice boom through the restaurant.

"DAAAAAD! DAAAAAD WHERE ARE YOU?"

The whiny voice feels as though it is being focused towards us. KP lets out a grumble, face palming and muttering something under his breath. You can only make out a, "Not now" due to the Ed Sheeran music drowning out miniscule sounds. King Pistachion lifts up a finger to you as though he is motioning you to hold on, stands up and turns to face the door where the voice came from. He inhales as his eyes close and brows furrow, then responds.

"What now, Derek? Daddy's busy with 'business'!" KP holds out his hands towards you. So you are a business matter now? You would feel offended, yet the curiosity of this situation keeps you quiet as you become the onlooker of whatever is about to transpire.

This "Derek" was smaller in size compared to his father, being the size of a human adult male. He kinda had a BioShock thing going on with his fashion, with the top hat and tailcoat combo. He stuck some resemblance to his dad, except for the chiseled features of his face. You would think this guy could be a model or something.

"You said you would be quick and it's been 5 hours already!" Derek says with exasperation.

"Derek, stop being so dramatic. I've only been in here for 10 minutes and was this close you getting you a mommy" KP hisses as he presses his index finger against his thumb to emphasize how close he was to--

"What? I never agreed to anything like-- Is that why you have been so flirtatious from the get-go?" You can't believe that this guy really thought that it would take a mere day of cheesy romantic antics to get someone to just marry him.

"It was going so well, I could see in your eyes that your heart began to call out to me." He turns his head to you and looks a little smug, as though he truly believed this date was going great.

"I don't want a new mom! I'm happy with the one we got at home" Derek stomps his foot to assert his belief.

"Your 'mom' is a heat lamp, that's not a mother. That's a machine that aids. We need the touch and love of a real being, especially for when I'm busy with my plans."

"Her name is 'Laura' and you would know that if you ever came home and spent time with us!"

You are assuming that the heat lamp 's name is Laura. It's a bit hard to follow this conversation, yet you try your best since it involves you in the mix. Derek begins to walk towards the table and stands in front of you, rubbing his chin as he thinks.

"How old are you?" He asks as he narrows his eyes, making sure that you do not lie to him.

"30?"

He huffs as he throws his arms up and spins around to walk away. Derek begins to become as boisterous as he was before.

"Really, Dad? They're not much older from me or your other kids! That's like you're dating my siblings or something!"

"Don't be disgusting, Derek. It's not like that at all, get over it!" King Pistachion 's tone is now becoming more impatient at how his son is publically judging him around strangers. Something flat and green grows from the bush on his head, he reaches and picks it off. Wait, is that... Did he just illegally grow cash?

"Here's $50, just-- PLEASE, go find some entertainment and let Daddy finish business."

The steamed tree man towers over his son, holding out the totally legal cash for Derek to accept. A few seconds pass and Derek silently snatches the cash and leaves. Kind Pistachion lets out a heavy sigh of relief and dusts his hands, sitting back down and his face quickly transforms from anger to... Oh he's gonna keep trying, isn't he?

"So... Anyways, have you ever lay with a man of lumber?" His eyebrow raises as he leans forward, doing his best (and failing) to woo you.

"Uhh... "

"YOU KNOW I SPRINKLED WEED KILLER ON YOU IN YOUR SLEEP SO YOU CAN'T MAKE BABIES!"

This time, you did not hear the door open but you recognize the voice. It's Derek once more, only this time he is holding a yellow dog. You hear the chair scoot and look to find King Pistachion looking horrified. Is this man afraid of dogs?

"D-Derek, put that thing away now! You don't know what you're doing!" KP shakily says as he presses his back against the wall.

Derek chuckles as he pets the blissfully unaware dog that he carries.

"Oh I do know what I am doing, father..."

He puts his hands under the dog's arms and holds it up and far from him, Lion King style. The smile of Derek fades, his head tilted down with his brows furrowed, causing dramatic shadows on his face.

"I just gave this dog a full bowl of water and cranberries... He hasn't relieved himself yet. Now if you don't piss off from this pointless date and take me home..." Derek pats the dog's belly and a swoosh of fluids can be heard. "Then I'll have no choice but to piss you out of here."

What the hell is going on? Without a peep, King Pistachion stands up and heads towards the door. He seems cautious as he passes the airborne pup, squeezing his large frame by his son and through the exit. Derek has a prideful grin, puts the dog down and goes to follow his dad into the parking lot.

You are now out of your seat and rush to the window. You want to see what sort of vehicle these two travelled in. What exactly are these beings? Are they aliens? A science experiment gone wrong? Surely, something like them wouldn't be driving something so basic, right?

Wrong.

Why are you surprised? KP and his son enter a dual colored PT Cruiser, the top half being a pale green while the bottom half is a pale yellow. Ha, it's a PisTachio Cruiser. From here, you can vaguely make out both of their expressions from the car. King Pistachion wears a look of irked defeat and Derek has the smile of someone who got their way. The car drives off and now you are just sitting alone in the shop, not wanting to even finish your pistachio coffee.

"I don't think I like pistachios anymore."

#my writing #one shot #this was really dumb #i just imagined it and decided to write it out #milo murphy's law #king pistachion #derek #mml #mml fanfic #the drawing is crappy since I sketched it on my phone #my art

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lostinfantasyworlds · 2 years

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Hello dear!!! Can you tell me about any of the WIPs that you have not been asked about yet?

🃏Dealer's Choice!🃏

Hi @neutronstarchild!!! Thank you so so much for asking!! 💕There is actually only one WIP that hasn't been asked about yet (you all are too kind 🥺😭 ❤️), and that would be the UTNL PWP New Year's Eve oneshot!

For anyone who has read Under the Northern Lights, this fits into the timeline of the epilogue. (**Spoilers ahead if you haven’t read**)There is a line where Inuyasha and Kagome both assume that Moroha was conceived on New Year’s Eve night, so I decided to expand that into its own oneshot, because apparently I didn’t write enough porn into that story already 😂

Here’s some details:

Inuyasha and Kagome have been separated for almost a week due to conflicting work assignments

Kagome arrives home in a tizzy because her flight was delayed, meaning they have to rush to make it to Yugen’s NYE/anniversary party, where she is supposed to give a speech

Kagome’s scent is extra appealing to Inuyasha that night for whatever reason (*ahem* prime baby-making time), and he really wants to welcome his wife home the right way...but they sadly don’t have time

Sexual tension builds and builds throughout the party, until they’re finally able to leave....and we all know what happens then

There are several references/similarities to the “Dessert” chapter of UTNL (minus the ending lol)

I’ve got pretty much all of it written (currently around 7.5k), but I’ve been trying to push myself with the smut writing, and have lots of editing to do, so at this point I probably won’t end up posting it until NYE rolls around again at the end of 2022.

Until then, I have a semi-rough snippet to share! Below the cut because it’s a bit filthy (although the full version is much filthier😏)

Thanks again, Neutron!! ❤️

Full list of WIPs here

Making sure that Inuyasha (and no one else) was watching her, Kagome extracted the straw from her frozen daiquiri and set about removing the excess slush by seductively running the flat of her tongue up the length of it. Ending with a slight flick for theatricality’s sake, she then inserted half of the straw into her mouth before slowly pulling it out, keeping her cheeks hollowed in the way she would if it were his cock she was sucking. She maintained searing eye contact the entire time, watching him closely to see if she was succeeding in further riling him up.

He had a good poker face, she’d give him that.

It was only because she knew her husband so well that she was able to detect the telltale tensing of his jaw, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard, and the way his pupils had blown out wide enough to almost completely cover his amber irises. Otherwise, he appeared perfectly calm and collected as he finished the last sip of his drink and set the empty glass back on the bar, keeping their gazes locked and a slight smirk on his lips but saying nothing.

Kagome frowned when he pushed his stool back from the bar and stood up, starting to wonder if she had actually had the desired effect on him after all.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” Inuyasha replied shortly as he walked around the back of her bar stool.

Kagome’s pouting was cut short when she felt the heat of his large hand through the fabric of her dress at the small of her back. Leaning over so that his lips hovered right above her ear, he let his hot breath fan across it for a moment before giving her cartilage a playful nip that was just hard enough to make her jump a little.

“Either we get outta here real soon…”

Oh god, he was doing that sexy rumbly thing with his voice that was totally unfair.

“...Or I’m takin’ you out on the balcony, bending you over the railing, and not giving a shit if anyone sees us fuck. Your choice.”

Inuyasha punctuated his statement by briefly tracing the inner shell of her ear with his tongue, causing a delightful shiver to ripple down her spine that set her heart racing. He pressed the pads of his fingers into her lower back before standing up straight and walking away, leaving her with an ache between her thighs that was almost unbearable now. She crossed her legs a little tighter and bit her lip, trying and failing to contain the heat rising within her.

Damn, he was good.

Before rounding the corner, he glanced back over his shoulder to flash her a cocky smirk, well aware of exactly what he had just done to her.

Kagome realized then that she probably should have thought twice before teasing him so much, considering that he always seemed to win these little public games she started. Maybe she’d had a little too much to drink, but for a moment she genuinely considered following him to the bathroom and sucking him off in one of the stalls. Not being too keen on the idea of one of their coworkers potentially finding her on her knees in a public bathroom, however, made that plan a no go.

Maybe she’d just actually take him up on his offer to bend her over the balcony, because fuck if that didn’t sound incredibly hot at the moment. She absentmindedly toyed with her straw as she stared out the window at the spot in question, wondering if it was possible to get away with it without getting caught.

Midnight was starting to seem much too far away…

#wip #wip game #utnl #under the northern lights #here have some filth

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bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love · 3 years

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... You decide and open the fridge and are surprised but curious what you think and see. .... Good as you had thought, there was a lot of food, a half bar of chocolate, some fruit at most a plate with brigadeiro from last night, but what really surprised you was the countless jars with lids and some bottles of all glasses full of milk? ,

You never think that a fridge could contain so much milk and especially that your love was a big fan of milk, there was even milk in the forms of ice cream, maybe he was saving up to make something,

but it wouldn't hurt you to pick up some bottles as your job is already finished and of course the given task is done,

and more than you deserved to freshen up decidedly you choose a little cup, even cute looking like those of sweet jam but long, it even had an opening to put a straw

pot images https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTFUTQlZF0ckk85eh6XGtTVYPgM5hUPIkk1aA&usqp=CAU )

but without a straw (you have to remember to buy some )

decided you open the lid and take a sip to see the taste as it looks like milk but at the same time it didn't seem like it;

when you enter a little in your mouth you play with the different liquid on your tongue experienced the texture a little tongue and creamy but at the same time tasty and let your taste buds define and get used to the different but interesting taste, a little bitter and savory even more flavorful and refreshing as it goes down your throat and fills your belly, because it's in the fridge and sip after sip whoever saw it seemed like you'd never seen anything to drink, you realize you were dying of thirst even, decided you'd ask the shot where did he buy these different milks they were perfect for hot, cold days or even for some recipes .you were already addicted to taste.

One pot, two bottle when you saw it was already in the third pot when you hear the door open and see your sunbeam enter through it, you don't know how you were so lucky to have a Greek god as a boyfriend he is so sexy in those sweats, however you didn't think the mission would take so long, but the cleaning made you distracted but looking him up and down there's no wound you can see. Less bad you love taking care of your play1 but healing your wounds brings you so much pain you don't like to see. it suffers even though it passes that he doesn't feel so much pain.

S/O: from what I see the mission was successful, you look good love, I was getting worried about the delay.

Tomu: You know your boyfriend is always prepared for the missi..… what's that in your doll hand?.he asks in a curious voice but with a look… predatory, strange for the situation but no less seductive.

Y/O:ohh is this milk? I think.. I found your mini fridge and I saw these bottles and after my chores I was so thirsty, sorry love wasn't it for drinking?, because it tastes wonderful, you need to tell me where to buy these milks and why there's so much here shig ?.you finish your question finished your third bottle, and ready for another if he lets.

TOMU: omg you naughty girl messing with what's not yours but don't worry baby this was supposed to be a surprise to you the bottles are proteins i collected to get you full and satisfied but i'll show you where they are from , since my hurried little kitten doesn't go up wait.

(I hope I didn't let you down and brighten your day more, sorry for the mistakes, if anyone wants to continue feel free, I'm a cockmilk assumed for shig if you have any picture or blog to recommend me with shig content I would love to thank you. Oh and maybe one day I take courage and show up without anonymity , but I 'm always here enjoying your blog and its content 🤩🤩😍😍 )

SMUT⚠️🛑🥛NASTY CUM SCENE

💖💗🧡 loved it. I can see a very horny, Perverted Shigaraki using these jars of "milk" as he slips his cock inside you, enjoying the sight of you gulp down his special 'milk' watching as it dribbles out the corner of your mouth, a delighted grin gracing his face.

He reaches over picking up one of the remaining jars, slowly spilling its contents over your tits. Marveling at how perfect it looks on your skin. Rubbing the white liquid over your breast, groping your soft mounds as he massage his cum over your body. You should feel disgusted at being bathed in semen, but you don't. All you feel is excited, aroused. Wanting more.

"Bend over" he says against your neck. His voice serving only to make you wetter then you are, a shiver races down your spine as you do as your told. The sound of his cock thrusting madly into your slick hole as he mumbles about how pretty you'll look covered in his cum. You can feel more of his thick seed being poured over your ass, dripping down between your cheeks and onto his fat length.

"That's my girl, you love my gift don't you baby girl. My pretty kitten loves her Kings cum doesn't she" his praises make your walls flutter around him, that pleasure build starting in your belly as a tingle quickly spiraling outward as you clamp down on him, drenching his dick. Your cunt is milking his cock like it's starving for his bitter, tangy cum. And he doesn't deprave you of it. He gives one final pump of his hips, you feel him twitch inside you as he floods your pussy.

Suddenly he flips you over so your looking up at him, your eyes glazed over from your sex high, a blissed out smile on your lips.

"One more kitten" he hums as he begins pouring the last jar over your face.

*********

I have lots of Shigaraki recommendations but I will do it in another post tomorrow 🥰

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki smut #tomura x reader #shigaraki x y/n

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Hershey Fucker.

Author's Note; here lies the great memory of long hair Harry. Long gone but never forgotten. A smut to make you clench your legs together, *laughs in evil*. Don't forget to gimme some love :(

Kaleidoscopic lights flares around you as you stirred the straw of your margarita dodging the glunk of strawberry. Your eyes anchored at the spindiling lean figure of the emerald eyed monster, jaw tight that of greek god, umber spiral of curls kissing the sharply cuts of his face and it glows as if he has used your highlighter.

You scoff when he puckers his lips around the rim of whiskey giving a fist bump in praise.

It's been going on from the time you stepped inside the club. He's being a pain in arse. Having none of shame giving a harsh squeeze to your butt while leading you, leaning close to whisper words straight outta dirty erotica, throwing you his signature cocky smirks and brush of noses while he adjusted his daddy long legs nudging them in between your knees as you both sat on the high-stools of the bar.

You shake your head in exasperation smiling to yourself when he caught the wrist of bartender pointing at it with slurred eyes and bubbly lips, "nice tat, lad. looks sexy on ya." You know he's trying to make you jealous on purpose and it's quite endearing to see him try.

It makes your pussy weep, in all honesty. The fact that he's flirtatious in nature and when he speaks it feels like roses are falling from his lips would never fail to make you find him more ethereal. He owns that kinky charisma.

He kept on side glancing you while doing his antiques. Chatting with the bartender and complementing him with a lopsided grin, taking your hand for agreement because he's that annoying.

You practically lunges over him straddling his knee to brush your crimson coated lips agaisnt his earlobe while you whisper.

"Wanna go home." He furrows his brows together clearing his throat and gesturing you with his sparkling daunting gaze ','s that so?' when you sit back leaving a satisfied red smudgnes at his earlobe and higher jaw. You bob your head patting his knees and before your hands could sneak any higher he grabbed them, chugging the last of his whiskey and ruffling his wild tresses back to stand both of you on feet.

"Hmm. Was 'avin', fun weren't ye'?" He asks looping his forearms around your front protectively and keeping you close to him while making an exit from the crowd.

"Ehm. dunno, hot bartender." He scrunches his nose at this pinching your hip-bone rasping out in his thick chapel's accent.

"Thought ye'r same thought, babe." You cackle at this loudly gasping audibly when the cold zephyr of London enveloped you. He immediately kisses your head stroking his thumb against the nape of your neck.

"'Ere lemme be ye'r personal heater." He cacoons the warm coat he's wearing around your body pulling you to his chest, his exposed pecks coming in contact with your own bare shoulders making both of you hiss. "Better hurry up, wan' to get wrapped 'round your warmth." You laugh at his chaotic humour hitting him with elbow.

On reaching the car that's parked at the very end of parking lot you spin in his hold gazing deep into his jade and he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when you grab his face, squishing his blushed chill cheeks in process.

You part your lips infront of him glazing your wet tongue all over your plump lips to give him a little show before pulling him closer to smear them against his stiff ones, you kiss him sloppily letting your saliva drool around the corners of his lips lapping onto his tongue messily.

"Mhmp. Ye' know your sloppiness turn meh on s' bad." He grunts with fog huffing out sliding his large palm under your thigh to grope your ass and haul your leg around his waist as you lean over the bonnet of car. He glides his thumb from your decolletage to the hilt of your chin tilting it to deepen the already erotic kiss, tasting the insides of your cheeks.

He captures your bottom lip in between his bunny teeth pulling it with floppy sound. He looks down upon you with lust blow irirses wide spreading his legs to straddle your bare thighs and to rub his knee against your soaked centre.

"Meh filthy girl's jealous t' 'er fuckin' core, innit?" You shake your head left and right in utter innocence. He laughs at your effort. Degradingly, intimidatingly rough from his chest that prominents your heavy breathing and a soapy patch of arousal in your thong.

"Now lyin' t' meh aren't ya, bunny." He smirks with stern brows tapping your chin and your dainty squeak traps in your lungs when he yanks you off the bonnet against the door side of the car squeezing between the two cars for less visibility of the dirty things they're about to do.

He kisses the dip where your shoulder meets your neck trailing his parted lips between your breasts tweaking your nipples harshly from the flimsy cloth, "not jealous, right?" He mumbles grazing his teeth against your jawline pecking the corner of your lips.

"No." You choke out slip shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the window as he thrusts the buldge of his thick hard cock in his pants against your cunt, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force you love other around your throat.

"Not even if I'll be...on me knees fo' him? He heaves out flushing your sweaty chests together and your eyes rolls to your skull with his pressure building on your throat, you grind against him with moans of ecastasy him perfectly rubbing up and down between your weepy pussy lips.

He smirks in victory knowing it's warming you up so he continues in slurred seductiveness, "no' when I'll beg fo' his cock in me mouth? fo' him to deep throat meh, t' fuck me mouth?" You whimper. Shivering hands reaching for him, instead of grabbing them as he usually do with gentleness he wrapped his one palm around your wrists locking them atop your head roughly.

He slaps your pussy and you ducked forward crying out with pleasure into his chest. He tugs at your thong ripping it to shreds and stuffing it to his pocket, "when I'll spread me legs fo' him...." His hard on poking against your stomach as he toyed with your clit. He swipes the tip of his fingers up and down circling it around your weeping hole collecting your moisturizer and snaking it up past your mound and tummy to nipples wetting them. Actually, making a complete mess of you.

"Harry..." You whine raising your hips and he spanks your thigh tapping your chin to open up stuffing his fingers into your mouth, "shut up and suck." You swirls your tongue around his slender digits; a string of saliva attached with your lips as he pulled them out.

"Tell meh ye're jealous, 'n I'll give ye'r tight pussy meh fingers." He pinches your clitoris flickering it into rapid motions, "wh-why should i? when m' not." you spurts out. Tears in your eyes as he eggs you on removing his fingers the moment you were about to soak his digits.

He tuts pushing his dick hard against you, "ye' wouldn't if he'd fuck meh in arse again 'n again, if he'd take me in his mouth 'n play with meh balls like yeh do?" He asks in a low voice looking down in between himself and you, the sight makes him growl as he gave a minute to your imaginations to run wild.

"Ah..ah–daddy, please." You're thrashing in his arms but he doesn't give much attention to it spitting on your cunt and fondling with your sensitive nerves. Harry's a prick that gets what he wants even when you're dripping down your legs for him.

"Answer meh, Y/N! Wouldn't ask again." He grits with a threatening voice and you bobbed your head vigorously. "Use ye'r words." He hovers his middle finger over your entrance.

"Course, I will." He pecks your lips with satisfied grin shoving his middle finger knuckles deep inside your sloppy pussy without any warning causing you to go feral that he had to hold you in one place, "warm like always." He grunts slipping it in and out joining another. Curling it against your spongy walls to quench out moans and whimpers from you.

He digs his teeth inside the flesh of your shoulder and you coiled your arms around him tightly, "oh my god, fuck. fuck. fuck." Your shouts muffles against him as he continuously massaged your g-spot, siscorsing his fingers to fuck you raw with them. He cups his calloused palm and rubs the heel of it against your swollen clit.

"Tell daddy how ye' feel." You kneaded your breasts stuttering with difficulty, "'s good daddy but wan' your cock, inside me." He thwacks your bum groping it and roughly slamming his fingers inside you his metal cold rings brushing against your sticky pussy lips.

"Don't like it when yeh act greedy." You ignore his sharp tone sensing your orgasm build in your tummy and spreading like a wildfire to your bones.

"'cum–m'. May..I come, daddy? Please." You rocked on his hand using his shoulders for leverage, "cum like a sweet good girl yeh are." He says kissing you slowly and you tugged at the lapels of his coat cumming hard on his fingers coating it with your thick cum.

He hugged you swaying you feet to feet one hand still pushing inside you with brutal pace to take every drop from you. His wrist glistening with your cum and wetness in an instant his mood switching, "backseat, spread your legs. I wan' your pussy ready fo' me."

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demonsigh · 3 years

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the hunt

rating: lime/mature pairing: male vampire x gender-neutral reader features: touch starvation, safewords, biting, aftercare, cuddling warnings: blood, fear, being chased, dizziness length: 4240 words

Feeling isolated and craving physical intimacy, a college student agrees to be hunted and bitten by a vampire in exchange for a post-meal snuggling session. Based on this prompt submitted to @monsterkinkmeme by @the-color-of-sound-is-space

You were supposed to meet him at 11 PM, in the middle of Bartleby Park. Vampires were nocturnal and uncomfortable in the sun, so the hunt had to take place at night. But did it have to be this late?

It wasn’t as if you were getting tired. You were something of a nocturnal animal yourself nowadays; college tended to do that to people. But the park was pretty creepy this late at night, eerily empty and unnaturally quiet.

You checked your phone again. 11:10 already. He was late. Had he been held up? Or could he have overslept? That thought wrung a quiet chuckle from you — a sound not at all reassuring to hear in the dark silence of the park.

The “he” in question was a vampire named Roland that you’d met on the internet. You were meeting up so he could suck your blood.

For whatever reason, college towns tended to attract vampires. It probably had something to do with the vibrant nightlife, and the bars that never closed, and parties that only ended when the sun rose. Or perhaps it was the rich history of such places, in the old stone buildings and the musty library books. Or maybe it was just the students themselves: curious and open-minded, over-educated and sheltered and a little bit reckless.

In the modern age, most vampires obtained their food in the modern way: in bags, from blood banks or speciality clinics. But there were those who still swore by more natural methods. Many believed that feeding from the source provided physical and mental health benefits. For others, the desire to stalk, and chase, and bite, was simply too strong to resist indulging. Luckily for all, it was not as difficult to find a willing human victim as one might expect.

You discovered a message board that was dedicated to this macabre economy. Vampires would make posts looking for “prey” — humans willing or eager to be bitten. An arrangement would be made for a night of thrilling and dangerous roleplay, where the vampire played the part of the seductive predator, and the human, the helpless victim.

For most of the humans who posted on this forum, being prey was a kink. They enjoyed the thrill of the chase, and the pain of the bite. It was foreplay to them, and the evening inevitably led to sex after their partner’s more pressing appetites were sated.

You became a little obsessed with this message board. You didn’t think you’d mind being bitten; there was something kind of sexy about it. But you weren’t really trying to get laid. What you really wanted was some quality aftercare, a perk that was frequently offered, requested, and discussed on this forum.

College had become something of a lonely experience for you. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, and you weren’t sure where you’d gone wrong. In your freshman year you’d made an effort to be social, starting a number of casual friendships, but none of them really stuck. You were still close to your high school friends, and you talked to them online all the time, but somehow the number of people with whom you had any physical interaction had dwindled down to zero.

It made you lonely in a deep, nagging way. You wanted a hug. You wanted to hold someone’s hand. You daydreamed constantly about these things, setting up elaborate scenarios in your mind that led to someone safe and warm holding you for hours at a time. You felt like these fantasies were reaching a boiling point in your mind. And one night, after drinking several beers by yourself, you made your own post on that message board. You would let someone bite you (hunt optional), in exchange for an evening of snuggling (sex optional).

And that was how you met Roland. He wasn’t the only vampire who replied to your post, but he was the only one who lived within easy walking distance. You agreed to meet at one of the campus cafes and discuss possibilities over coffee.

You recognized him immediately, although you were pretty sure he didn’t recognize you. He was in one of your classes. You frequently spied him from across the lecture hall, tall and good-looking and unapproachable. You’d always thought there was something a little otherworldly about him, but he mostly just looked like another student. You’d had no idea that he wasn’t even human.

And it turned out he wasn’t as intimidating as he looked. He actually seemed pretty nice, even a little bit shy. He’d never fed straight from the skin before — drinking nothing but bagged blood since he was turned — and he wanted to try it at least once. He wasn’t trying to get laid either. Like you, he was much more interested in the aftercare, hoping for something like a cooldown hug once the deed was done. That suited you just fine.

The plan was this: You would meet in Bartleby Park at 11 PM. The exact location didn’t matter, he said; he would come find you. This statement gave you an unexpected thrill. Perhaps the hunting part would be more fun than you’d thought. You would run, and he would chase you. If you screamed, all the better — although this did make a safeword necessary. You chose “cardboard,” the first word that came to your mind, which made him laugh. When he finally caught you, he would bite you on the neck and drink your blood. Then he would take you up to his apartment for first aid and spooning. Simple as that.

Only he wasn’t here yet. It was 11:20 now, and you were still alone. Maybe he was having trouble finding you. Or… was he backing out? That thought stung. You suddenly realized just how much you’d been looking forward to this, and the idea of going home tired and alone made you feel more depressed than ever.

A branch snapped in the trees nearby, and your head whipped toward the sound. Your eyes scanned back and forth across the screen of dark leaves, trying and failing to uncover the culprit.

“Roland?” you whispered. You hadn’t meant to whisper, but suddenly you were having trouble finding your voice. Your phone buzzed in your hand, making you jump. It was a text message from your friend:

“How did it go?”

“He’s late, I’m still waiting,” you typed in response.

“Ok… Text me again in an hour or I’m calling the cops.”

Your friends had basically all agreed that this seemed like a bad idea. You were starting to wonder if they were right. You didn’t know Roland at all… even if you knew where he lived and where he went to school. Even if he was cute and he seemed nice.

And even if Roland was fine, Roland wasn’t here. It was late, and the park was deserted. Who knew what other weirdos were prowling around out here.

You were starting to feel genuinely anxious. Beneath the trees, the park was dark, the shadows unaffected by the dim light of the street lamps. What was the safeword again? Cardboard? That was it, right?

There was a rapid noise in the grass behind you — tff tff tff — like something rushing towards you in long leaps. That was the last straw. You launched into a flat-out run, heart hammering, breath coming in gasps.

A pair of cold, hard arms wrapped around you from behind, jerking you to a stop. You screamed at the top of your lungs, and then, almost in the same breath, shouted, “Cardboard cardboard cardboard,” all in a rush; sure that the word would mean nothing to this person; that you were about to be hurt or worse.

But cardboard was the magic word. The arms disappeared from around your chest, and in a flash he was standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice rough, “are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

And of course it was only Roland, the very person you had agreed to do this with. He was staring into your face, expression distressed, hands gripping your shoulders.

“I’m okay,” you wheezed. “It was just… scarier than I expected.”

He was slowly shaking his head back and forth. He looked appalled. “Fuck, I am so sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he was apologizing like that, until you suddenly became aware of the wetness on your cheeks, and the ragged sound of your breathing. Were you crying? God, how fucking embarrassing.

“I’m sorry,” you said, rubbing tears from your eyes with the backs of your hands. “Jesus.”

“No no,” said Roland, “don’t apologize. I think I overdid it. ...And I was pretty late, that definitely didn’t help.”

He was looking around now, frowning into the dark woods, and rubbing your shoulders absently. You were hyper-aware of his hands. They were like ice but every pass of them over your shoulders sent a rush of warmth through you. You felt extremely relieved that he was here, even though he was the reason you’d been so scared in the first place. You wished he would hug you — the desire for this was almost overwhelming — but you felt too dazed and embarrassed to ask.

His eyes met yours once again, and his hands slipped from your shoulders, finding their way into his pockets instead — the exact opposite of what you wanted.

“Uh…” he said. “Do you wanna just skip this part and go straight back to my place?”

A wobbly laugh escaped you, and you nodded weakly. “Are you still gonna suck my blood?” you asked.

“Do you still want me to?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled at that. It was a small, almost shy smile, but enough to give you a good look at his fangs. They looked shockingly white and sharp in the dark.

He started to walk in the direction of his apartment, then paused; and looking back, expression uncertain, he held his hand out towards you. You hesitated for just one second. Then you placed your hand in his, and his cold fingers closed tightly around yours.

“Is this ok?” he asked.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your heart was racing again. When was the last time you’d held someone’s hand? You never wanted him to let go.

Neither of you spoke. You wondered if he was feeling as nervous as you were. You’d thought that the scary part was over, but what about what came next? How badly would it hurt when he bit you? He’d never bitten anyone before, he said. How would he react to his first taste?

When you tried to picture it, all you could imagine were his lips pressed against your skin; and his hand cupping the back of your neck, holding you still. They were not unpleasant images. You felt your face heat up, and you were suddenly grateful for the darkness and the cold night air.

It was a fairly short walk. His apartment was a big single-room studio: TV and sofa in one corner, bed and bookcase in another. Rounded doorways branched off into a kitchen and a bathroom. There was a large white-curtained window in the west wall, and moonlight poured in through the glass, illuminating the plush carpet. It was cozy and uncluttered. Roland watched you look around, then looked around himself.

“Maybe in the kitchen?” he asked. He caught your eye, then glanced quickly away. “So we don’t get blood on the carpet.”

How practical. You followed him into the kitchen, forcing yourself to take even breaths as you went. Vampires were supposed to have excellent hearing. Could he hear how fast your heart was beating?

“Want some water?” he asked, opening a cupboard as he spoke. You peered over his shoulder, tickled to see that the only dishes he seemed to own were drinking glasses; no bowls or plates in sight. What would he need a plate for, after all?

He moved around you to fill the glass with water from the sink. He seemed to be avoiding eye-contact, and you wondered again if he was nervous. Somehow the thought made you feel more at ease. Boldly, you opened his refrigerator to examine the contents. Blood bags, and nothing else. Lots of them. Stacks upon stacks, in neat little rows. You couldn’t quite believe it, even though it was exactly what you’d expected to find.

You didn’t know what kind of face you were making, but you were afraid it wasn’t good. You turned toward Roland and found him watching you, expression careful; glass of water forgotten in one hand.

“Yeah…” he said.

“Nothing for me?” you asked, grinning, attempting to break the sudden tension.

He grinned back sheepishly. Then he pulled a little juice box out of the pocket of his jacket. It was the kind of thing they gave you after donating blood. You both began to laugh, and a warm, giddy feeling spread through you.

Roland moved closer and patted one of the countertops. “Hop up here?” he asked. You obliged, although it was more of a scramble than a hop. Roland began pulling more small items from the pockets of his jacket, and setting them on the counter next to you: single-use alcohol wipes; a few band-aids; a little roll of gauze, and a roll of medical tape. It became clear to you that he really had intended to bite you in the park, and he had come prepared.

He was standing very close now, almost pressed against your bent knees. You longed to close the distance. You didn’t move. Roland’s movements also grew slower, more hesitant. Stalling.

“Are you nervous?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Why?”

He looked you right in the eye, finally. His expression was serious.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad,” you replied, although you weren’t sure whether you actually believed that.

He frowned, and his eyes travelled down to your neck. He was biting his lip, and his fangs stood out starkly against his skin.

He handed you the glass of water. You drank it. Then you took his hand and gently pulled him closer, spreading your knees wider so he could stand between them. He swallowed visibly.

“I’m nervous too,” you told him.

“I know,” he said, in a hoarse almost-whisper. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Safeword?”

“You can just tell me.”

You were both almost-whispering now, leaning in closer and closer. It felt an awful lot like you were about to share your first kiss.

With one hand, he pulled the collar of your shirt away from your neck, while his other hand slid up to cup the back of your neck. Your heart was hammering with excitement and fear, and his cold fingers felt good against your flushed skin. He lowered his face against your neck, and almost before you knew it his fangs were piercing the skin, creating thin twin wounds that ached immediately. You gasped and grasped handfuls of the fabric of his jacket. Honestly his teeth didn’t hurt much more than a needle, but somehow the reality of it stunned you. He was really going to drink your blood. In that moment, for the first time, you really believed that Roland was something other than human.

His lips closed over the wound. His mouth was wet and unexpectedly hot, and his tongue moved rhythmically against your aching skin as he sucked and swallowed your blood. He made a low sound deep in his throat — the type of contented groan that a good bite of food might inspire. You had to hold your breath to keep from responding in kind.

This was erotic. You couldn’t help thinking of it that way. Your grip on his jacket tightened, and you forced yourself not to squeeze your knees more tightly around his waist. You wondered if he felt it too. Was this exciting him at all? Or was this just a meal to him?

You couldn’t have said how long this went on — it was probably minutes, though it felt longer — but eventually he stopped drinking and pulled away. Somehow a piece of gauze was already in his hand; he pressed it to your neck, holding it firmly against the bite. You stared at each other, both breathing unevenly. His cheeks, so colorless before, were now flushed.

He cleared his throat and licked blood off his lips.

“Are you okay,” he asked, voice rough.

“I’m ok,” you said, although you actually felt a little dizzy. You felt around for the juice box. “Was that enough?”

He nodded his head and grabbed the juice box, pressing it into your reaching hand. He seemed a little dazed. He tore open one of the alcohol wipes, and while you drank your juice he disinfected the bite marks. You hissed at the stinging pain, and he grimaced in sympathy. Then he taped a fresh strip of gauze over the bite.

“It didn’t hurt that bad,” you reported between sips.

“Good,” he said. But he was starting to look unhappy again, frowning as he watched you sip your juice. Your heart sank a little in your chest. Maybe he hadn’t enjoyed this as much as you had.

“Are you ok?” you asked him.

He didn’t respond at first. And then he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against him. You bit back a huff of surprise. He was no longer cold — drinking your blood had warmed his whole body.

“What is it?” you whispered.

He heaved an enormous sigh next to your ear. “You just looked so scared in the park,” he said. You could feel the vibration of his voice against your chest. “I feel really bad.”

You didn’t feel bad. One of his large hands was pressed against your back, warm and reassuring, and the other was cupped around the back of your head. Your chest was pressed flush against his, and he was warm and solid and worried about you. You gave up trying to resist the urge to touch him. You put your arms around him, and squeezed your knees tighter against his waist, pulling him even closer to you. You let your head fall forward to rest against his neck, but as soon as you closed your eyes, the room began to whirl around you.

“Um,” you gasped. “I think I need to lie down.”

“Oh,” he said, a little catch of surprise in his voice. He pulled away. “Um. Let me, uh...”

Carefully, he slipped his hand under your knees, and gathered you up into his arms. You threw your own arms around his neck, shamelessly clinging to him as he carried you out of the kitchen with no apparent effort. He paused in the doorway and looked down at you.

“The bed or the couch?” he asked.

“The bed,” you said against his chest, hoping that this was not too bold. He didn’t seem to think so. He carried you across the room, careful not to jostle you, and gently laid you down on top of the comforter.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You nodded your head. You were quite cold, actually; another effect of the blood loss.

Roland stood and went over to a small closet, where he retrieved a stack of thick, warm-colored blankets. He shook them out and draped them over you in layers, and their warm weight made you feel better almost immediately.

“Thank you,” you said.

“No problem,” he replied. He stood by the side of the bed, unmoving. He seemed to be struggling for words. “Um… Do you still want to…”

“Yes,” you said emphatically, and you peeled back the blankets to make space for him.

He looked self-conscious, but he didn’t hesitate. He crawled under the blankets, and carefully pulled you into his arms, settling your head against his shoulder. His body was still warm with your blood, and you pressed into him eagerly.

“Is this ok?” he asked.

“It’s perfect,” you said. You placed your hand flat on his chest, then sighed happily, which made him laugh. He laid his hand over yours, curling his fingers around it.

That was almost too much. Your chest felt fit to burst with it. You kept waiting to wake up, sure that you must have dreamt this whole thing. You still couldn’t believe he’d drunk your blood. His teeth had been inside of you. And as much as that weirded you out, it kind of turned you on too.

You suddenly remembered that you were supposed to text your friends back. You shifted around, and Roland loosed his hold on you to let you pull your phone out of your pocket.

“I’m letting my friends know you didn’t murder me,” you explained as you typed. You’d meant it as a joke, but you regretted the words as soon as they were out of your mouth. “I’m sorry,” you hurried to say, turning in his arms to face him, and wincing at the pain in your neck. “I didn’t really think you would…”

He shook his head before you could say anything else. “It’s ok. Biting someone…” He ran a hand through his hair as he thought. “Well, it’s an inherently violent act. Some people get carried away. Your friends weren’t wrong to be worried.”

“I feel safe with you though,” you said.

“Oh. Good.” He ducked his head, and his cheeks turned the pinkest they’d been all night. Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest. He was really adorable… You hadn’t expect that, watching him from afar. You pulled closer to him, putting your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. He tucked the blankets more snugly around your shoulders.

“This is really nice,” you said.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“How did you like biting me?” You forced the words out before you could lose your nerve. You hoped you weren’t making it awkward, but you had to know.

Roland didn’t answer at first. Then he let out a breath, and slid one of his hands over his face. “Not gonna lie,” he said. “It was way better than drinking bagged blood.”

“Oh, good!” you said, laughing. “I’m glad. I was worried you didn’t like it.”

“I definitely liked it…” he said, still covering his face. “You taste amazing.”

You felt your face turn bright red. There was a double-entendre in there somewhere, although you guessed it was unintentional. I’d like to taste you next, you thought wildly, and once again, you found yourself wondering if you were the only one whose mind had wandered into the gutter tonight.

He seemed to sense your sudden discomfort, if not its source, because he uncovered his face and said, “I’m sorry, that was a super weird thing to say.”

You shook your head against his chest. “I liked it too,” you admitted. “When you bit me.” Then, still more softly: “I wouldn’t mind if you did it again sometime.”

You heard him swallow. “I’d like that.”

You lapsed into a warm silence, untroubled and comfortable, and you basked in his presence like a cat in sunlight. You were aware of every part of him that was pressed against you: his chest rising and falling beneath you, and his hands pressed against your back, and his legs tangled with yours beneath the blankets, chaste but intimate, and ripe with potential.

You definitely wanted to kiss him. You opened your mouth to float the idea, but you were overcome by an enormous yawn. You suddenly realized you had no idea what time it was. It felt really late, but maybe you were just tired out from all the excitement.

“Was I falling asleep?” you asked.

“A little,” he admitted.

“I should probably get home,” you said, but then made no move to get up. You heaved a huge sigh. “I don’t wanna go yet though,” you complained, “I’m so cozy.”

“Do you wanna stay here?”

You lifted your head to look him in the eye. “Stay the night?”

“We don’t have to do anything weird,” he said, turning pink again. You stared at each other for a moment. Then he gently pushed your head back down to his chest, so that you weren’t looking at him when he said, “I don’t wanna let you go yet.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. As if you weren’t already convinced. “I won’t throw off your day? I mean your night?”

You felt him shrug. “I was just gonna do homework.”

That drew a surprised laugh out of you. You’d almost forgotten that Roland wasn’t just your weird vampire hookup. He was your classmate too.

“Do you know that we’re in the same class?” you asked, playfully accusing.

“Yeah,” he admitted, with a bit of a laugh in his voice. “I recognized you when we got coffee.”

That surprised you. “I thought I was the only one,” you said.

“I noticed you sitting in back sometimes.” His hand was still resting against the side of your head, and his fingers moved absently through strands of your hair. “I thought you looked cool.”

“Good,” you said, which made him laugh. You grinned against his chest. “I want to stay. Can I?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice soft, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around you.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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solider girl ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1382

request?: yes!

“colson and reader in a Halloween party. Colson gets turned on by reader’s costume... smut and fluff please”

description: in which she’s unable to find a more “covering” costume, but her boyfriend isn’t complaining

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist

“Goddammit!”

Colson looked towards the bathroom where his girlfriend was preparing for the Halloween party the two of them were going to. “What’s wrong honey?”

(Y/N) came from the bathroom and Colson’s jaw dropped.

The two had decided to do matching costumes, Colson deciding on cool army costumes he had found and ordered online. Colson’s was a regular fit, slightly baggy but nothing too big. (Y/N)’s, however, was anything but regular fit.

It was a one piece with shorts instead of long pants, a very low cut top, and it was very, very tight.

“What the fuck?!” (Y/N) snapped. “I can’t believe this, yours is fine! Why does mine have to be slutty? Just because it’s a woman’s costume?”

Colson’s eyes raked over (Y/N)’s body slowly, taking in every detail of her. He wanted nothing more than to take (Y/N) right then and there and miss the party entirely.

Noticing his distraction, (Y/N) snapped her fingers in front of Colson’s face. “Colson? Babe?”

“Sorry,” Colson said, snapping out of his trance. “I just...I like the costume a lot.”

(Y/N) smirked as she realized what Colson was saying. “Well...if you like it I suppose I could wear it. I do have a good pair of boots I could wear with it.”

(Y/N) made a show of checking herself out, making sure to give Colson a good show. Colson had to shuffle to hide the growing bulge in his pants. (Y/N) smirked triumphantly to herself as she kissed his cheek and went to finish getting ready.

~~~~~~

Colson could not take his eyes off of (Y/N) all night. She kept making sure he had a lot to look at. He could barley keep his hands to himself, not that he was even trying to contain himself.

(Y/N) gasped as Colson squeezed her ass in front of their friends. She hit his chest softly and lowered her voice to said, “Babe! Stop that!”

“It’s your fault that you look this good,” Colson whispered in her ear, his low voice sending chills down her spine.

“Maybe I’ll go cover up then,” she responded.

Colson raised an eyebrow at her. “Don’t you dare. I like looking at you.”

(Y/N) seductively put the straw for the drink in her mouth and took a mouthful. Colson had to down his own drink to mask the red that was crossing his face. (Y/N) knew far too well how to tease him, and he was sure that he would not make it through this party at the rate she was going.

The night continued on and so did the teasing. (Y/N) felt a small sense of pride in the way she was making Colson feel. She had been pretty bummed over her costume being a “sexy army” costume, but the look on Colson’s face every time he laid his eyes on her made up for everything.

The party was starting to die down and everyone was either leaving or were passing out. (Y/N) was making her way to the bathroom when she felt someone take hold of her arm and drag her the rest of the way there. At first the action startled her, but when she felt the familiar warmth of Colson’s lips on her she relaxed.

Colson’s hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her over her skintight suit. He pushed her away long enough to unzip the costume, slowly down the front as to tease her the way she teased him. When the costume fell to the floor, Colson looked at (Y/N)’s bare body with wide eyes.

“No underwear?” he questioned.

“You would’ve been able to see the lines through the costume,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I thought it’d be better for me this way.”

“It’s certainly better for me,” Colson muttered before touching his lips to hers again.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up onto the bathroom sink. She shivered as her bare ass touched the cold sink, but was soon warmed by the trail of kisses that Colson was leaving. They started at her neck and slowly made their way down to her breasts, where Colson took extra care to kiss and lick around the nipple.

(Y/N)’s head lulled back as his kissing neared her core, the wait becoming long and excruciating as he took his time to kiss over her thighs. When his lips pressed against her clit she gasped before letting out a long moan in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time (Y/N) and Colson had decided to have sex in a public place, and normally they tried their hardest to keep quiet as to not be caught, but they both knew that anyone who was left in the house was either drunk or passed out, so no one would really mind.

Colson licked long, broad strokes against her clit, causing (Y/N) to squirm and writhe in pleasure. Colson had to take hold of her thighs and keep her from slipping off of the counter top.

(Y/N)’s nails dug into the counter as her head lulled backwards. Her entire body felt warm from the mixture of alcohol and pleasure. She gripped Colson’s hair in her fist, trying to stutter out something.

“F-Fuck C-Colson,” she managed through her staggered breathing, gasping as Colson sent another shockwave of pleasure through her.

As she felt the familiar pressure build up in her stomach, Colson pulled away, causing (Y/N) to whimper at the loss of contact. In one swift movement, Colson unzipped his own costume and pulled it down, along with his boxers, leaving him bare as well. He wasted no time in lining himself up with (Y/N)’s entrance and pushing, filling her almost immediately.

(Y/N) let out a moan before pressing her lips against every inch of Colson’s skin that she could reach, the only way she’d be able to even slightly stifle the moans coming from her mouth. Muffled whimpers escaped her lips as Colson began to roughly thrust into her.

He held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and guiding her hips to meet his thrusts. He always knew how to make her feel good, how to hit all the right spots.

“Fuck,” Colson grunted, his lips against her forehead. His body was starting to glisten with sweat, but somehow it made him look 100 times hotter. “God, I’m so close.”

(Y/N)’s lips found their way to Colson’s ear as she whispered, “Cum in me, baby” before nibbling on his earlobe.

With that, Colson was sent over the edge. His hips thrusted one more time before (Y/N) felt the warmth of him filling her. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside of her caused her to hit her climax as well. She buried her head in Colson’s shoulder to try and muffle her moans.

The two stayed tangled up together for some time, neither wanting to part from the other. It wasn’t until someone tried to turn the locked doorknob, followed by a pounding on the door and a voice calling, “Hey, anyone in there?” that they forced themselves apart.

“Yeah man, be out in a second!” Colson called as he began to pull his costume back on.

“No rush dude, I’ll go to the other bathroom.”

“That’s lucky,” (Y/N) commented. “I’d die of embarrassment if we had to face someone after what we just did.”

“It’s a house party, it happens,” Colson responded with a shrug. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll have a hard time hiding what we did without any panties on. Unless you’re planning on doing a thorough clean before you walk out of the bathroom.”

His comment confused her for a moment before her eyes widened. “Shit! We are making a fucking beeline for the door. Can I have your coat to wrap around me in the cab?”

Colson smiled and cupped (Y/N)’s face in his hands. He kissed her forehead again before placing a sweeter kiss on her lips. “You look amazing in that costume.”

(Y/N) giggled and kissed him back. “Thank you. I guess I’ll have to keep it for the future now, won’t I?”

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superfreakerz · 3 years

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IJR 3

“It’s Just Research”

Rated M for smut.

Summary: AU. After having her smut-filled story criticized for being amateurish, Lucy decides once and for all it’s time to gain some experience in the world of sex. Her best friend, Natsu, agrees to help her with her research. Together, the two explore each other’s bodies, all the while denying their feelings for each other and insisting that they are just doing research.

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Chapter 3

The Art of Seduction

“And then I told him to leave me alone. I mean seriously, Lu-chan, why are boys so infuriating? It’s like, I love Gajeel and all, but he can seriously get on my nerves!”

“Mhmm.”

“Like, how hard is it to say something nice every once in a while instead of making fun of me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Lu-chan? Are you even listening to me?”

“Mhmm.”

Lucy jumped in her seat as Levy’s hand waved in front of her face. With an apologetic grin, the blonde rubbed the back of her head.

“Sorry, Levy-chan. What were you saying?” she asked.

Levy arched a brow at her. “Okay, what’s on your mind, Lu-chan? You’ve been zoning out this whole time. You haven’t even taken a sip of your smoothie yet!”

Lucy sighed, dragging her fingertip across the side of her plastic cup. Sure enough, the drink was no longer cold as she had been too busy daydreaming.

She and Levy had agreed to grab smoothies at their favorite shop after the latter got into an argument with her boyfriend. Grabbing smoothies was their go-to ritual whenever they had to vent about someone, wanted to catch up, or just needed a dose of fruity deliciousness. Needless to say, they were there at least once a week.

“I’ve just been a little distracted lately,” Lucy answered, taking a long sip of her smoothie. Her face scrunched in disgust as the flavors no longer popped and the foam from the now old smoothie was all that came through the straw.

“Oh yeah, how’s that guy you’ve been seeing?” Levy asked, leaning forward in interest. “By the way, are you ever going to tell me who he is?”

Lucy’s cheeks pinked, her eyes darting away from her curious friend. “Sorry, can’t tell you. It’s confidential information.”

Levy squinted her eyes at the girl, giving her a look the blonde couldn’t read.

Sighing, Levy replied, “Fine. Well how are things going between you guys? You said you would be willing to…” She looked around before leaning closer and whispering, “Have sex again. Did you ever do it?”

Lucy puffed out her cheeks in a pout. “That’s the thing! I talked to him about it and he agreed! But since then, we never brought it up again. Things aren’t awkward between us or anything, but I don’t know how to initiate it. It’s too embarrassing to just ask for it!”

“Well when are you seeing him again?”

“Later tonight. We’re supposed to watch a movie together.”

“That’s easy!”

Lucy tilted her head to the side, her brows raised. “What do you mean?”

Levy grinned. “All you have to do is make him make the first move!”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“It’ll be so easy, Lu-chan, I promise. All you have to do is show off your body a little more and maybe run your hand over his bicep. That should do the trick.”

“I don’t think so,” Lucy said skeptically. “He’s a little dense. I don’t think he would pick up on that.”

Levy stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Well in that case, we’ll pull every trick out of the book!”

“Trick?”

Levy gave a mischievous grin, one that was rare to see on her face if you weren’t close with her. “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do…”

Lucy stared at herself in the mirror, a skeptical frown on her face as she glanced over her outfit. Her black pleated skirt was incredibly short, sure to show off her bum with a gust of wind. The red shirt she wore was tight around her body, especially around her chest. Its neckline wasn’t particularly as low as some of the other shirts she owned, but it still showed off a good amount of cleavage.

Pulling some thigh-high socks out of her dresser, she heaved them on before sliding her feet into some heeled boots. Standing back in front of the mirror, she tousled her hair a bit, just as Levy had instructed her to.

Lucy wondered if this outfit would be good enough to seduce Natsu with. Her skirt wasn’t the shortest she owned, and she had plenty of other shirts to choose from that showed off her chest more, one pink shirt immediately coming to mind. But according to Levy, she should wear red. Apparently red put people in the mood. She didn’t know where Levy got that information from, but she trusted her enough to go with it.

Glancing at the clock, Lucy quickly grabbed her purse. Natsu should be barging through her window at any moment, and she needed to make sure she had everything Levy instructed her to bring. She grabbed a lollipop from the Halloween candy she bought and with rosy cheeks, stuffed it into her purse. She hoped it wouldn’t come down to using that. That was just embarrassing.

A gust of wind washed over Lucy’s back. She didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Natsu breaking in as always. Her heart started to beat faster, electricity jolting through her veins as she readied herself for tonight’s plan. Swallowing thickly, the girl turned to face him with a smile.

“Hi, Natsu!” she greeted. Levy’s advice played in her head.

“You should discreetly show off your body.”

Lucy nervously ran a hand through her hair before clasping her hands together at her thighs, causing her arms to squish her breasts together.

“L-Lets go get dinner!” she exclaimed, hoping that her actions weren’t too transparent.

Natsu didn’t seem to notice the action- or her outfit- at all, which admittedly stung. “Okay! You’re buying!”

Lucy groaned before leading the way out of her apartment.

They went to a local Italian bistro, which was close enough to Lucy’s apartment that they could walk- which was a good thing since Natsu’s motion sickness would’ve turned them both off. They were quickly led to a table and left with menus. After having a moment to look over the menus, they ordered their food.

Once it arrived, Lucy looked down at her plate of seafood Alfredo and gulped. It was time for phase two of her plan.

“Go out to dinner and moan while you eat. It’ll definitely get him in the mood!”

As Natsu practically inhaled his food like a wild beast, Lucy twirled some noodles on her fork before putting it in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she moaned, all the while trying to snuff out any embarrassment she felt. When she opened her eyes, she found Natsu staring at her.

“Is it working?” she wondered, excitement bundling in her stomach. She watched Natsu open his mouth to say something, then close it.

“What is it?” Lucy asked, hoping she didn’t sound too eager. “Say it.”

“Well okay,” Natsu replied, rubbing the back of his head. Pointing to her food, he asked, “Can I have some?”

Lucy deadpanned. “What?”

“Can I have some?” Natsu repeated, his lips curling into a grin. “You made it sound like it was really good! I wanna try!”

Frustrated, Lucy pulled her plate closer to her with a huff. “Eat your own damn food!”

After dinner, Lucy was starting to feel deflated. Not only did her outfit not catch his attention, but her provocative movements and sultry moans didn’t work either. But she wasn’t done yet! She still had plenty of tricks up her sleeve thanks to Levy! And it was time to put her next plan to action.

This plan luckily had two parts, so that if the first one failed, she had another one lined up. Reaching into her purse, Lucy pulled out the lollipop she packed earlier. Glancing towards Natsu to make sure he wasn’t watching, she pretended to drop it onto the ground.

“Wear a short dress or skirt, then drop something. When you go to pick it up, he’ll stare at your butt. That should turn him on!”

The two stopped walking, Natsu arching a brow at the girl.

“Oops,” Lucy said. “Let me just pick that up real quick!”

Making sure to arch her back as she bent down, she picked up the lollipop. She moved slowly, giving him more time to stare at her bum. Sure that she had it in the bag, she stood back up and turned to face him.

Natsu stared at her, crossing his arms behind his head.

Then he gave her a grin.

“You’re clumsy, Luce!” he exclaimed with a laugh.

Lucy huffed to herself, glancing at the lollipop. She didn’t want to have to resort to this part of the plan, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

As the two continued their walk home, Lucy unwrapped the lollipop.

“If none of that works, lick the lollipop and make it look sexy!”

Lucy slowly dragged her tongue over the lollipop before sucking on it. Releasing it with a pop, she began to twist her tongue over the candy. Seeing as how Natsu’s expression didn’t change, she added in her tactic from earlier. As embarrassing as it was, she moaned while licking the damn lollipop.

And yet, nothing.

Natsu’s face was a blank slate.

When they arrived at Lucy’s apartment, she went straight into the bedroom with a huff. Angrily changing into some short pajama shirts and a loose, spaghetti strap tank top, she met Natsu back in the living room. He was setting up a movie on the couch.

“What kinda movie do ya wanna watch? It’s your turn to choose,” Natsu said.

“Horror!” Lucy replied immediately.

“When you guys watch a movie, make sure it’s a scary one. That way when you’re scared, you can throw your arms around him and get closer to him! And make sure to sit close to him! And keep scooting your butt on him! There’s no way in hell he can resist that!”

Natsu eyed her. “Horror? You never choose horror. You always wanna watch those sappy movies.”

“It’s called romance,” Lucy replied, sitting next to him on the couch. She made sure to sit so close to him that their thighs were flushed together and her bum was slightly on him. “Now, just choose one already.”

This was Lucy’s last plan, and she’d be damned if she failed.

As the movie started playing, Lucy squirmed in her seat, pretending that she was trying to get comfortable while rubbing her bum on his thigh. She peeked at Natsu in the corner of her eye to see if it was working, but he was engrossed in the movie.

When a scary part of the movie popped up, Lucy squealed and latched onto Natsu, squeezing his arm between her breasts.

And still, nothing.

That was it. She was all out of tricks.

Huffing, Lucy pulled her arms off of him. She couldn’t believe that after all that, she couldn’t even get him to look at her. Was she not appealing at all? Was the sex not good enough last time to make him interested? Had he changed his mind since they last talked about it?

With a sigh, Lucy went to move away from him when his arm wrapped around her waist, warm hand gripping her side. She stilled, heat traveling through her body from the simple touch.

“Hey, Lucy,” Natsu started, his eyes still locked to the TV, “I don’t know if you still wanna do this whole friends with benefits thing, but I would be down to help you do some research right now.”

Lucy blushed, her stomach coiling with excitement. “O-Oh?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to all day, but I didn’t know if you still wanted to or not.”

“I do!” She nearly face-palmed with how desperate she sounded.

Natsu finally turned to face her. It was then that Lucy saw the lust that glinted in his dark orbs.

Lucy’s heart leapt up into her throat as Natsu scooted closer to her, his face just centimeters away from hers. She watched as his eyes began to droop closed. He cupped the back of her head, slowly bringing her close.

A knot grew in her stomach as Natsu’s lips grazed hers. Her body felt like it was being sent over the edge, every sense heightened.

As Natsu deepened the kiss, Lucy wasted no time in repositioning herself on his lap. Thanks to the thin, silk shorts she was wearing, it wasn’t hard to feel the bulge beneath her. Her body moved on its own, hips grinding to create glorious friction. He gripped her hips while tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. A soft growl resonated in his throat.

“Let’s take this to your bed,” he whispered.

Lucy ignored him, sinking her lips over his neck as he carried her towards the bedroom. He plopped her on the bed before tearing his clothes off. She went to take off her tank top when his hand grabbed hers.

“I wanna do it,” he said with an eager grin.

Lucy nodded. “Alright just hurry.”

Natsu chuckled. “Someone’s a little impatient, huh?”

“Natsu, if you don’t put your hands on me in the next second, I’m going to-!”

Before she could even finish her threat, Natsu tore her tank top off in a flash.

“There, happy now?” he asked with a smirk.

Lucy snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Very. Now let’s do this thing already.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice!”

He caged her beneath him, washing his lips over her neck. His hand slid over her breast, kneading the flesh. He teased her nipple, having learned last time that the nubs were sensitive.

Lucy arched her back into his touch. She could feel the knot in her stomach grow as each second passed.

He lowered himself onto her, his hot shaft sliding between her folds. As he pushed himself inside, she wrapped her legs around her torso and brought him in deeper.

Natsu let out a shaky breath. He clenched tightly onto the bed sheets, trying to rein in his body's urges. He moved slowly at first to warm up, moving around in circles. As he tried to pull out, her walls clung tightly to his shaft, tugging on the sensitive skin.

Lucy’s breath picked up as he started to go pound into her. Gripping his biceps, she tried to keep herself in place as he thrusted harder and harder. Her stomach coiled, the pleasure building up. She could feel herself nearing climax.

“N-Natsu,” she breathed out, weakly tapping his arm.

He pulled his head back to look at her but kept pushing inside of her. “What? Does it not feel good?”

“It’s not that, it f-feels amazing.” A moan slipped past her lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. “I-It’s just that I want to try something new.”

Natsu slowed his movements, moving in slow circles. Lucy gnawed on her lower lip. She didn’t know that moving slowly was just as good as moving fast.

“I-I want to be on top,” she said, her voice breathy.

Natsu finally stopped, which Lucy was part thankful and part disappointed for.

“Okay,” he replied, getting off of her. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he eagerly laid on the bed, watching Lucy position herself on top of him.

Lucy inhaled sharply as his shaft sank deep inside of her as she lowered herself over him. Once it was as deep as she could get it, she slowly rocked herself back and forth.

Natsu groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. It was hard to keep his eyes open while the pleasure began to skyrocket, but he just had to get a good look at Lucy. Her hair was messy, her eyes squeezed shut. Her head hung back as she grinded against him, her mouth hanging open. He moved his eyes down to her breasts. They bounced with each rock against him.

One thing he knew for sure, he loved watching Lucy ride him.

Meanwhile, Lucy was in pure ecstasy. This new position allowed his cock to reach deeper than before. Moving her body in a circular motion, she could feel herself edging closer to climax. Wanting to experiment on herself a bit, she brought her hands up to her breasts and began to message herself.

Natsu’s gut coiled as he watched Lucy fondle herself. Unable to help himself, he moved his hands onto her hips and moved her roughly over him. A breathy moan escaped Lucy’s lips and before she knew it, she was shaking with pleasure, his name slipping out of her mouth. Seeing her finish while riding him was enough for Natsu to break. He moaned, clenching onto her silky hips while pleasure shot out of him. When they could no longer move, Lucy collapsed beside him in pants.

“Oh wow,” she breathed out. “That was even better than last time.”

Natsu nodded, still trying to catch his breath. As he laid there, he wondered how he got so lucky to be able to be the only person to see Lucy this way. To see her face flushed with heat, sweat glistening on her body. To hear her scream his name. He must’ve done something right in his past life to be able to have earned this privilege.

“Alright, I’m going to go take a shower now,” Lucy said, bringing him out of his thoughts and walking towards the bathroom.

“Oh, I’ll join you.”

The girl stopped in her tracks, whirling around to face him. “Umm, what?”

Natsu shrugged, giving her a look as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What?”

Lucy blushed madly. “Y-You can’t shower with me, idiot!”

“Luce, hate to break it to ya, but what we just did together is a hell of a lot more intimate than taking a shower.”

“No it isn’t!”

Natsu rolled his eyes. “Fine, then I’ll take one after you. I don’t wanna walk home like this.”

Lucy nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll make it quick.”

He plopped on the bed. “Uh-huh, sure you will.” He frowned when he heard the door click behind her. If that wasn’t enough to remind him that she didn’t feel the same as him, he didn’t know what was.

After Lucy’s shower- which was quite long despite her promise of keeping it quick- he headed in right after her. The water pelted his back as he thought long and hard about the situation he was in. On the one hand, it was great to be able to have sex with Lucy. Glorious. On the other, it only made his feelings for her stronger. He wasn’t sure how he would hold up when she eventually decided to end things. Would he truly be able to bounce back? Would he go back to playing the role of best friend?

He was always there to listen to her vent after her failed dates. He was there for her whenever she had crushes on other boys. He listened and waited, hoping that one day she would look at him in such light. Now was his only chance to change her perception of him. He didn’t want to just be her friend anymore. He wanted to be the one to take her on dates. He wanted to be the one that she gushed about to her friends. He wanted all of her.

After finishing his shower, Natsu turned off the faucet and quickly dried off. Having spent many nights at Lucy’s apartment, the boy already had spare clothes to change into. Heading back to the bedroom, he found Lucy laying in bed, scrolling on her phone. He jumped into bed beside her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, giving him a pointed stare.

Natsu gave her a cheeky grin. “Eh, walking home now would be a pain in the ass. C’mon, let me stay here.”

Lucy rolled her eyes but didn’t protest, which was usually how that conversation went. Once Natsu decided he was sleeping over, there was no changing his mind. Besides, she liked the company.

“Whatcha watching?” Natsu asked, scooting closer to the phone.

Lucy lifted her head and rested it on his arm. She knew it might’ve been perceived as intimate by others, but this was just how she and Natsu were.

“Just a new dance trend going around.”

He laughed. “You should do that!”

“Why? So you can make fun of me?”

“Yep!”

She nudged him before playing the next video. Over time, her eyes grew heavy. She placed her phone on the nightstand and turned towards him, her head still resting on his arm.

“I’m going to bed now,” Lucy said with a yawn.

Natsu brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “Alright. Night, Lucy.”

“Goodnight, Natsu.”

And together they slept in their usual position, more than friends but less than lovers.

#fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu fanfiction #ftfanfiction #ijr #its just research #super writes

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deathlikesdeep-dish · 4 years

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Shower [Zoro x Reader]

Just a quick lil somethin that I whipped up this morning feat. our favorite green-haired idiot.

Hope y’all enjoy! x

Scenario: Zoro being convinced by his s/o to finally take a damn shower

Warnings: cussing (obvs), mild nsfw

It’s been 6 days. You think to yourself with a small shudder. The first few days, you almost don’t mind. It’s kinda sexy, the musty scent. It’s a reminder of the hard work that he puts himself through daily. And of course, the visual benefits of that work are certainly worth a mild stench. But 6 days? It’s beyond a mild stench now. It’s a fucking identity trait. You’d only been together for a couple months, so you don’t exactly know what the proper way to bring up this kind of shit. Like “hey babe, I’d love to really take a trip to the bone zone and all, but if we do right now, Brook isn’t gonna be the only dead one on the ship.” Even if you did say that, he’d be so confused, the adorable idiot, and probably pretty dejected too. You sigh, squeezing your eyes closed and press your fingertips to your temples.

“I’m just gonna have to manipulate the poor boy.” You decide out loud, having no idea how to manage that.

“Who are we manipulating?” Nami pops her head in the room with a sly grin.

You nod your head in a greeting to her. “Zoro,” you say with exasperation. “To take a shower.”

Nami laughs loudly. “Good fucking luck,” she’s almost crying with how hard she’s laughing. “I’ve been barking up that tree since the literal day I met him.”

This is not what you needed to hear. You groan and flop back on your mattress, clapping your hand over your eyes. After another few moments of laughing, you feel Nami sit next to you on the edge of the bed. “Y/n, the answer is obvious.”

You raise an eyebrow and glance up at through the parted fingers over your eyes.

“Oh?” You ask.

“Shower sex, duh.” Nami replies, sticking her tongue out at you with a wink.

You flush. Goddamn it. You think. Seductive manipulation is not precisely your forte. Especially with someone as completely dense as Zoro. In some ways, Zoro is one of the most intelligent people you know. He’s instinctual, able to observe his environment, adaptable and cunning in a fight. But with other people? That he actually likes? Let’s just say the wheel is spinning, but the hamster’s dead. Very dead.

“I was afraid of this,” you say gravely.

Nami rolls her eyes. “Christ, y/n. You’re acting like it’s such a chore to have sex with your boyfriend.”

“UGH.” You throw a pillow at her, and she cackles again as she stands up to walk towards the door.

“You’re a true champ, y/n. From all of us Straw-hat Pirates, we thank you for your service.” She salutes, dodging another pillow that you chuck her direction as she walks out the door.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you grab the last pillow left and shove it into your face, letting it stifle the almost inhuman, frustrated screech that rips through your throat.

The sound dissipates, and you stand up, heading up to the Crow’s Nest, where you know the smelly swordsman will be. Nami and Robin snicker at you as you pass and you flip them off crudely. You climb up the ladder to the Crow’s Nest and open the hatch, pulling yourself inside.

You smell him before you can see him. Why am I doing this to myself? Why?

You turn towards the sound of heavy breathing and you see Zoro, in all his bare-chested glory, doing one-armed hand stand push-ups while he used the free arm to curl a massive dumbbell.

Oh yeah, that’s why. You reply internally.

His back is to you, so you’re able to watch the muscles of his back and shoulders ripple beneath his tanned skin effortlessly. He’s taken his long green coat off, leaving him in only his pants and boots. You can see droplets of sweat dripping down his back, each bead following a different muscular curve. He makes soft grunting noises with each rep and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten and your heart race.

You clear your throat softly, hoping to gain his attention. He doesn’t turn, only switching the role of each arm. So, you try again, this time a bit louder.

You watch him stiffen at the disturbance, his head shooting down between his arms to look at the intruder. His steely eyes meet yours and soften, along with his body and he gives you a grin, clearly pleased to see you. He pushes himself up and flips upright to land on his feet before turning to greet you.

“Hey y/n,” He smiles again and grabs a towel off a rack to wipe his face and hair.

He begins to walk toward you and you almost forget your mission. He looks so handsome, especially with that wide grin that he typically only reserves for you. His green hair is damp, making it a slightly darker shade than usual, and he drapes the towel over the back of his neck. He halts in front of you, his hands moving to grip each end of the towel casually.

“What’s up?” He says.

You realize you haven’t taken a breath for a few moments, and you inhale to reply to him. Rookie mistake. The smell of him hits you again, and you cough without warning.

Shit, you think. Don’t screw around, y’n. Get this damn mosshead in the shower with you pronto.

“Hey,” You reply, forcing yourself into a smile. “Just came up here to check on you. How are you doing?”

He smiles again, the oblivious bastard. “Oh, okay. I’m fine. Just doing the usual,” he replies. “Shit, your face had me going for a second. I thought something might be wrong,” He chuckles.

You pause a beat too long. He notices. Fuck. “…is there something wrong, y/n?” He asks, now somewhat nervous.

“Oh no!” You say too quickly. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I just came up here because…” You know you need to calm down if you’re going to attempt anything that mildly looks like seduction.

You take a breath and drop your gaze, now looking at him from underneath your eyelashes flirtatiously. “I came up here because I was about to take a shower...” You place a hand on his warm chest and push up to the shell of his ear. You lower your voice. “And I was wondering if you might want to join me?”

You feel him stiffen again beneath the hand on his chest and his breath hitch. His hands come up to lightly grip your hips. “You what?” He asks, his voice suddenly a little rougher.

You kiss the soft skin just beneath his angled jaw. “Join me. In the shower.” You repeat.

His grip on your hips tightens for a second before he grabs your hand suddenly, pulling you towards the hatch of the Crow’s Nest. It’s so fast that you almost can’t process what’s happening. He opens the hatch with his foot.

“Oh, so you want to come?” You manage. He swoops you up into his arms and jumps down the hatch without regard to the ladder. You land firmly on the deck below and he doesn’t bother to set you down.

“Zoro?” You ask, mesmerized by the concentration on his face. He shifts to hold you with one arm as he opens the door to the bath house room, slamming it behind him. He sets you down and wraps strong arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “Get in the shower. Now.” He commands.

Internal screams.

And in that moment, as the water turns on and your simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette quickly strips away the rest of his clothes, you don’t know what you’re more excited about, the amazing sex that you’re about to have, or the fact that the simple, oblivious, gorgeous greenette is finally going to be fucking clean.

#roronoazoro #zoro x reader #zoroxreader #zoro #onepiece #scenario #one piece scenario #writing #writing challenge #poor oblivious bastard

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diaco1968 · 3 years

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Kinktoberday25

Lap dance_ Kaminari x f!Reader

Warnings! Just suggestive themes, no other warning.

Notes: helps setting the mood with the song it's based on:

Something lately drives me crazy

Has to do with how you make me

Struggle to get your attention

Calling you brings apprehension

His eyes were glued on you all night. The loud beat of the music vibrating through his whole body didn't help the growing distaste that ate away at his very nerves as he watched you chat up every single male that crossed your path.

'Chat up' was putting it lightly. You flirted and fluttered your lashes and had sneaky little brushes of your fingers against their shoulders or chests while you giggled. And all night what had you given him? A simple glance and a passive 'Hey' only after he had approached you himself. You didn't even bother uttering his name. It was really infuriating as that was not the treatment he was used to receive from you in private.

Back to the crowd where you ignore me

Bedroom eyes to those before me

How am I supposed to handle?

Lit the fuse and missed the candle

When he had heard your terms, he didn't mind them. You were a private person with the very personal aspects of your life, he respected that. You needed time to trust him enough to get anywhere near going public with him? It was okay for him. No rush. But you had been hanging out for a long while now, and things had recently escalated between you to the next level when you two were alone, while in public there always have been only playful teasing and flirting which didn't seem to cross any lines with you as long as it was just casual. He was beginning to wonder if you had regretted getting intimate with him the last couple of times and were showing him your response this way. But this? You completely ignoring him for all the others? It wasn't fair. While he respected your boundaries, he had some of his own.

Texts from you and sex from you

Are things that are not so uncommon

Flirt with you you're all about it

Tell me why I feel unwanted?

"Hey 'sup?"

He had interrupted your quite touchy conversation with some boy, who had his arm around your waist and leaning in way too close to hear your voice over the booming music, and Denki could feel the tension he had created as the both of you turned to look at him questioningly. Your cold gaze was what caught him off guard mostly of course. You nod at him courtly and smiled.

"Nothing much. Enjoying the party."

"Oh yeah? I see."

In the right mind, he would never have dreamed of this, but the agitation and the confusion clouding his mind along with the pang of jealousy as it seemed it was ok for everyone else to touch his girl and have fun at the party except Denki himself had him scheming his revenge on you. Two could play at this game.

He raised his cup towards you with a charming smile as he stepped back and excused himself. An unfamiliar smile that effectively caught your attention.

Damn, if you wanna let me go

Baby please just let me know

You're not gonna get away

With leading me on

It was not hard to find a companion for him. It was a party and if you looked properly there were girls around that were looking for some fun time. And he was certainly, in all modesty, a good catch. For the first time since the beginning of the night he ripped his eyes off of you and looked around. After confirming the minor details of his revenge and finding his prey he made his way to the bar, towards the trio of girls that had winked at him and ushered him over.

"Well, hello there, ladies."

Leaning sideways on the counter next to the tipsy giggling girls, he offered them a smile. And they didn't waste a second before surrounding him. And much to his pleasure and satisfaction when he turned to speak to one of them, in the corner of his eye he could see you were not all that interested in your conversating with the boy anymore, glancing over at him quite often.

Damn, if you didn't want me back

Why'd you have to act like that?

It's confusing to the core

'Cause I know you want it

All night you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, so when it was gone, you knew. The smile was so unfamiliar and unnerving that when he left you and the boy alone you couldn't help but glance at him from time to time and oh boy did you not like what you saw.

True, you've been poking at him all night for a reaction with your behaviour but this was not the reaction you were hoping for. The way he flirted with the girls at the bar, buying them drinks and drinking with them, the posture and his body language. He didn't touch any of them but they were quite handsy with him. And not too long after they started dancing with the music on the spot.

"Whoops, easy there, sugar."

When one of them tumbled into him and you heard his voice complimenting her as he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her, that was your last straw. You stomped away from the boy that called after you once in surprise and walked to Denki, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him away from the bar and the girls that whined playfully.

Pull me off to darkened corners

Where all other eyes avoid us

Tell me how I mesmerize you

I love you and despise you

"Whoa there, you are holding my hand in public. Everyone can see us, is that okay with you?"

"Shut up!"

He let you drag him off, stumbling in between thr crowd after you a bit and smirking to himself as he seemed to have successfully struck a nerve.

You turned a dark corner and stomped over to the private booths, pulling him in and pulling the dark heavy curtains shut.

"Ooh getting aggressive, are we?"

"You have no idea."

You turned around on your heels, placing your hands on his chest and pushed him down on the couch.

"You liked them dancing for you, huh?"

Aim, pull the trigger

Feel the pain getting bigger

Go insane from the bitter feeling

Trippin' super psycho love

He plopped down on the couch, looking up at you taken aback. His arms crossed over his chest defensively at your accusation and he rolled his eyes.

"Well... yeah! It's not like my girlfriend dances with me anyway. Hell she barely looked at me before I found new friends."

"Oh you're going to love this then."

He had no idea what you were on about when you reached down and grabbed his arms, unhooking them from eachother and setting them down on the couch by his legs, giving you a wary look. Hell you barely knew what you were doing yourself. Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much.

Good thing was the sound of the music was still loud enough in the booth.

You stood between his legs, swinging one leg over one of his and bent down resting your hands on his shoulders, almost sitting on his thigh but not quite.

"Um... what are you... doing though?"

"Just shush and don't touch."

"Don't shush me-....?!"

Say that you want me every day

That you want me every way

That you need me

Got me trippin' super psycho love

Whatever he was going to say, he couldn't finish as his jaw fell open when you swayed your hips from side to side straightening yourself slowly back up to give him a good view of your swaying hips raising a finger to close his mouth seductively brushing your nose against his.

He leaned back in the couch to give you more space, a stupid looking grin on his face and his wide eyes sparkling like it was Christmas when you let your hands roam down your chest and body, his own hands turning into fists on the couch.

You turned around with another light swing of your leg, rolling your shoulders and swaying your hips and ass with the rhythm of the music right in front of his face, bending your knees on either side of his legs and griding yourself down onto his crotch that earned you a deep groan and a low whispered "fuck..." breathed right into your neck as you leaned back onto him to shoot him a sexy smirk.

You saw his hands move from the corner of your eyes and before he could grab you, you stood back up deciding you hadn't had enough fun with him yet, dancing back away from him.

"I said, don't touch."

"Not fair!"

"Denki."

"... okay..."

"Good boy."

He perked up as you moved back closer this time putting your knees on the couch on each side of his legs, straddling his lap and grinding down on him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and neck as you leaned forward to swaying your boobs in his face, enjoying the strangled breathless noise that left his parted lips, urging you to pull down the collar of your shirt and show him even more.

"Fuck! Can I touch? Please?"

He whined fingers twitching by his sides on the couch, digging into it when you licked your lips and started riding his lap fluidly moving your hips and grinding into him with the music.

"Do you want to?"

"Hell yea!"

"Alright then, you can touch."

You had barely finished your sentence before his hands were on your legs, moving up your thighs and squeezing your ass and pulling you closer so your chest was rubbing onto his as you kept dancing.

"Shit, you're so fucking hot babe!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! You're the sexiest ever."

His hands moved up your hips and up to the back of your neck, you could feel the growing bulge in his pants when he pulled you closer, no space between your bodies and you were practically grinding yourself onto him as you danced. His lips met with your throat and he left heavy open mouthed kisses on it as he growled lightly from the sensation.

"Fuck! I really love this but I can't take anymore."

"What- Denki! Mph!"

He gripped the back of your neck crashing his lips onto yours hungrily, his other hand grabbing your hip firmly as he flipped you over on the couch, crawling over you, caging you in, this time he was the one humping you.

And you were glad the music was so loud that no one could hear you.

I know you want me too

I think you want me too

Please say you want me too

Because you are going to

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ladyfloriographist · 3 years

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Prompt: 13. “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x femme!voluptuous!Reader

Warnings: night drives to a video store, fluff-ish stuff, flirting, cursing (because it’s Adam), and would vamps love the idea of temperature play? I think they would

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“Oh, my God. Adam, stop. Pull over.”

Adam glances out your window for the briefest moment. “What is it?” his vaguely interested baritone drones.

“Look!” It’s an old video store, a movie rental place, a relic from a time gone by. “Please please—oh! We’re past it.” You sigh and slump back in your seat, staring out the window as the next-to-deserted moon-lit city rolls by.

Slowing to a stop before a red light, Adam looks to you. “Really?” he says, with the faintest smile—like he could humour you, if you were sweet about it.

You put your hand on his where it rests on the gearshift. The chill of his flesh is comforting, somehow, and he feels the same about your warmth. You run your thumb over the exposed back of his hand. “I haven’t seen one of them in so long. I didn’t even know they still existed. Will you take me, baby? Can we go?”

Ever so subtly, the corners of his mouth tug upward, like he’s trying to hold back a smile.

“Five minutes,” you attempt to persuade him further, “that’s all. And we could have a movie night!”

His brows raise, and you shuffle a little closer to him in your seat.

You adjust yourself, pushing your chest out and pressing your arms together to exaggerate your ample cleavage. Then, you drop your voice and murmur huskily, “You could watch me eat a choc-top—”

The traffic lights turn green.

“—feel my mouth get all cold.”

Adam tears his gaze from yours and throws a u-turn, spinning his old Jaguar around and following the road back the way you’d come.

He smiles slyly at you out of the corner of his eye as the engine rumbles down the desolate street, and you grin at him. No more words need be said.

Adam pulls into the carpark, and an old neon ‘open late’ sign flickers and flashes in the large window.

“Wow,” you whisper, ripping off your seat belt and stepping out of the car. “I can’t believe this place is still here. I thought they all closed a few years ago.”

Adam huffs a shallow laugh as he shuts and locks his door. “Time in a lost place is a funny old thing.”

You whip around to face him, and find him glaring at the old building with thinly veiled disgust. The large windows are a little grimy, and two nearby rubbish bins overflow with garbage. Inside, one of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickers, and another one is cracked and broken, illuminating nothing beneath it.

“Fuck’s sake…” Adam murmurs quietly.

You stretch your arm out to him. “Come on, grumpy.”

Slowly his gaze lands on yours, looking every bit the part of a sullen teenager.

“For me,” you beckon him closer, offering your hand. “We won’t be here long.”

Begrudgingly, Adam stalks towards you and slips his gloved palm into yours. “They’d better sell that fucking ice cream here,” he growls, slipping on his Oakley shades.

“I’m sure they will, baby,” you croon, smiling back at him as you push open the large glass door.

It’s stale inside, the damp and dust only just kept at bay by whirring air conditioning that churns out crisp, cold, recycled air.

You shiver a little, and Adam finds it delightful.

The young clerk behind the counter looks up, slightly surprised but mostly disinterested. “We close in ten,” they grumble.

“Midnight?” Adam questions, and the clerk nods, going back to their phone. He squeezes your hand and says, “Make it quick,” – but your attention is already elsewhere.

“How much for a slurpee?” you call to the sales clerk eagerly.

They look at you with a blank stare.

“Sorry,” you gesture at the machine, rotating crushed, watery ice artificially coloured a deep pinkish-red. “For a slushie?”

“Two-fifty for a small, four bucks for a large.”

You glance at Adam, smiling sweetly. “It’ll make my tongue red,” you murmur breathily.

Adam regards you with an intense, lingering stare.

“I’ll taste a little sweeter,” you whisper.

He looks deep into your eyes, and when he glimpses your lips his nostrils flare very, very subtly—but enough for you to know, your whispered words are affecting him.

After pleading and paying you and Adam find yourselves strolling into the paranormal and supernatural section.

You break from his palm to grab at one of the selection, and hold it up to his face.

“This,” you say emphatically, “this was so popular, babe.”

Adam tilts his head to the side as he scrutinises the cover. “’True… Blood’?” he says slowly, turning over the concept in his mind.

You nod. “It’s what the vamps drink. This manufactured kind of…” you search for the word, “synthetic blood.”

“Hm.”

“Based on books.” You hand the Blue-Ray to him and he peruses it further. “And HBO made it, so,” you wrap your lips around the clear plastic straw and suck more of the icy treat into your mouth.

You keep your eyes locked with his as you do, and Adam watches from behind his black sunglasses, rapt. You swallow and finish your sentence. “So, it’s very sexy.”

Adam looks set to lunge for you and tackle you to the musty, un-vacuumed carpet.

You think quickly, having bitten off more than you can chew and needing to pump the brakes on your teasing. “Here,” you grab the first thing you see and hand it to him, “another option.”

Adam takes the DVD case and his features soften. Gently, he trails the tips of two fingers over the cover art. “Vlad,” he murmurs, and his mouth breaks into a small, wistful smile.

Your gaze flicks back and forth from Adam to ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ in quick succession. “You know Gary Oldman?” you squeak, incredulity lacing your voice and your features.

Adam smiles. He places the DVD back on the shelf. “By another name.”

You stare, gobsmacked, as Adam picks up another movie—continuing on as if no revelations have been divulged. His smooth forehead creases as he inspects the DVD and he flips the case over in his hand.

“Handsome,” he says softly. “Was this popular too?”

“’Twilight’?” you raise your brows. “Very.”

The furrow creasing Adam’s brow deepens, and he slides the movie back into its place on the shelf.

After a few more minutes of browsing, the clerk calls out from behind the counter, announcing to the pair of you that the store is closing.

You spin on your heel to face Adam. He’d been getting lost in small moments of nostalgia, disdain, and melancholy. Perhaps bringing him here was a bad idea.

“Come on, baby,” you take his hand in yours, “they’re closing. Pick one and let’s go.”

Adam grumbles an inaudible growl of a word and looks up from the DVD he’d been holding. He stares at the shelves, and clenches his jaw.

This isn’t good. “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“Is this what you thought of me and my kind before we met?” Adam says in the dull, drole tone of someone particularly unimpressed. “That I could, fucking, sparkle and glimmer in the sunlight?” Unceremoniously he drops the movie back onto the shelf, and his lip subtly curls in distaste. “How terrible for you to realise the truth. Fuck, you must be bitterly disappointed.”

You cock your head to the side. Though you couldn’t possibly have foreseen Adam confronting his own undead immortality at a Blockbuster in the middle of the night, this was definitely a bad idea. Adam was dipping his toes in the cold, dark, rippling pool of vampiric existentialism and no, you will not try this again, lest he fall in.

The clerk calls out to you again, impatient and tired.

You switch tacts, trying on something that all men fall prey to, living or undead. “Well, the truth is stranger than fiction, my love.” You step closer to Adam, and place your palm on his chest. You step up on your tip toes, and let your hot breath fan over his neck. “And far more… seductive.”

Like dropping a cube of ice into warm water, the press of your hand thaws his surly mood.

Adam gazes at your face. “Look at you,” he purrs, eyeing how the crushed, syrup-laden ice has changed the colour of your tongue. “You look like…” he licks at his bottom lip, “you’re just like… my little strawberry.”

You smile. “A strawberry, hm?”

“Yes,” he murmurs darkly, backing you against the shelves.

“Hey! Hey—excuse me. Look, I’m locking up and I really need y’all to leave,” says a voice off in the distance.

“Well, come on then, baby,” you murmur with a soft, breathy voice, “take me home and eat me.”

Adam’s almost never moved faster.

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Come and let me know if you have a prompt you’d like me to write! There are some lists on my blog, and at this stage I’m happy to write for the Enola Holmes versions of Sherlock and Mycroft, and any Tom Hiddleston character b/c I’m in love xx

#adam (only lovers left alive)#only lovers left alive #adam x you #adam x reader #tom hiddleston #g writes prompts #it is SO hard to tag this #adam (olla) x you #adam (olla) x reader #voluptuous!Reader

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missallsundayyy · 3 years

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Bandit and A School Girl

For today's fic its gon be bout my BIGGEST crush EVER. CHROLLO FUCKING LUCILFER. So I actually wrote more for this fic I think this is part 5 or sumn but I decide that this is my favourite part to post on this blog so here u go. Something bout Chrollo being a sugar fucking daddy turns me on so hard ON GOD. YES Im a Chrollo Stan and I'll always be ~~~ I actually have this fit posted somewhere as well and IF you guys want more parts just tell me & I'll post it here. Oh and also I don't really write with OC's I guess its just my preference I would usually come out with my own name but in this case I am borrowing a haracter from Seven Deadly Sins......Elizabeth Liones simply because she's the perfect character to portray my fic vision.

"I know that stare and look. Don't. There's something wrong about her. Elizabeth is one of the hottest girls on our campus but boys that goes on a date with her never want to talk to her or even look at her again. Despite that.......she's very smart and also one of the top students here." a boy her age said to Chrollo while he was waiting for Elizabeth to end her class.

He found this interesting, he was getting to know more about her without her telling him. He had already seen first hand that she can be erratic but this was from another pov of the girl.

"Do you think I'm compatible with her then?" Chrollo's demeanor changed to one of those cheeky school boys that had a crush on a ridiculously pretty highschool girl. The brown haired boy laughed and scratched his head "You look much older than Elizabeth and you're probably not from this school. Judging by your appearance and body posture, you're probably a very determined person and also a confident man." the random guy briefly summarised him. Chrollo laughed "Your observation explanations must be a mandatory skill here I guess" he said .

"To be honest, most of us are just trying. God seemed to gift some students here with high IQ and abilities to absorb every knowledge given to them in a heartbeat and Elizabeth is one of them. I'm quite jealous" he joked. "Well don't say I didn't warn you, Elizabeth is very attractive but she's suspicious at the same time and I don't mean it in a good way" Chrollo nodded at the guy's departure with a smile before returning his gaze to Elizabeth "You might be a serpent in disguise " he mentally thought.

"You're not some ordinary guy with a crush yourself" the random student muttered to himself, looking back to Chrollo giving him one last suspicious glance.

Chrollo of course felt the hostile glance, he might be just trying to pursue someone he likes but he will never let his guard down, He smiled to himself

"Elite school indeed."

TIME SKIP

"You know you didn't have to fetch me from class, my dorm is on this campus." Elizabeth said sweetly to Chrollo.

They were walking towards the campus café. "Well there's nothing wrong about wanting to see the girl I like isn't it" he flirted playfully. To anyone that knew Chrollo will find his current behaviour mystifying, he never showed such emotions with anyone but was able to with Elizabeth.

"If you like me so much why don't we go on dates like girlfriend and boyfriends" she joked cutely. He smiled at her not so subtle hint. "If you want me to take you on date you should have just asked. I would love nothing more to go out with you, afterall how can I turn down such a request when a young attractive schoolgirl wants to go out with an old man like me" he teased and Elizabeth burst out laughing. "Oh! so you agree I'm an old man then" he raised his brows down at her. She shook her head still laughing, "You know I don't think that way and I think you're a very very handsome man Chrollo" she said shyly, her face tinted with a slight blush.

"Do you like this school Elizabeth? Are you enjoying yourself?'' They sat down on a bench on the campus grounds and Elizabeth leaned on Chrollo's shoulder. "Oh god that was such a long lecture, I am mentally tired" she whined softly but continued "I love studying in this school but I know and feel there's more that I can learn. It's not enough for me here." she said whilst playing with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt.

He looked so handsome Elizabeth felt like jumping onto him right now. She was zoning out on him , her mind went dirty and she suddenly had a brilliant idea, thrilling if she would say so herself.

"I want to show you something, Chrollo! Come!"

She abruptly stood up and took his hand and dragged him with her towards the campus. Chrollo smiled, she was tiredly whining one second and dragging him around the next.

Elizabeth dragged Chrollo into her Constitutional classroom that was now empty.

"I hate this class the most, it's repetitive and the hours are ridiculous" Elizabeth complained.

Chrollo took the classroom layout into mind "So you want me to burn this class for you my dear?" he asked seriously. Elizabeth turned to him and laughed at his words "You're funny you know that, we're not here for public vandalism" she said softly walking towards him innocently.

Elizabeth grabbed Chrollo's collar and kissed him roughly. His hands instantly grabbed her waists and her small hands roamed and slowly crept its way under his white shirt. Her palms greedily roamed his hard abs, even if she didn't have a view of him, touching him made her see his glory in her mind. She had already memorized him mentally and there is no way she could forget. Her lips left his and she planted small kisses down his throat and her tongue gilded back up teasingly against his Adam's apple. Her lips planted small kisses and she went towards his right right ear.

"We're here so I can suck you off"

She whispered and her right hand palmed his hardening cock through his pants, her voice filled with lust she couldn't contain herself, everytime she thought of him in class she got so god damn fucking wet. Just by the thought of him. He grunt at her vulgar words, he became harder just by her words. "You're very naughty Elizabeth, the classroom is not locked. What if a lecturer comes in then?" he was struggling to finish his sentence because her hand movements were getting too much for him. "Then I'll be in trouble danchou......" moaned in his ear. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her silver hair roughly and yanked her down in front of his crotch.

"You better stop talking like that and put me in that sweet mouth of yours." he growled at her. Elizabeth giggled at his request, her small hands hurriedly fumble with his pants and in a second she had him down her throat. "fuckkkkk..el..elizabet..th yo..you're such a good fucking girl" he moaned and encouraged her actions. His fingers run through her silky smooth hair, appreciating her feminine features greatly. The look she gave sucking his cock like that, the lewd sounds from her doing the deed. The sloppy wet sound echoing throughout her classroom accompanied by her soft moans of enjoyment made him want to stop her and ram her against one of these school desks. He decided against the idea because he loved how determined the sexy young girl was in giving him pleasure like this. Her head bobbed up and down, coating his very large member with her saliva, it was as if she was in her own world.

Elizabeth was truly enjoying what she was doing, she didn't feel forced or obligated to suck him, doing this felt like an honour and she was going to show him that nobody was as good as her. "mhhmmm....." she took his cock out of her mouth with a soft 'plop' sound and licked viciously bottom to top "you're so fuc..mmmm..king big Chrollo, can...have this in my mouth everyddayy??..." he almost came to her dirty talks. "This will be...uhh..the only fucking...cock in that pretty mouth of yours Elizabeth.." she nodded at his words, giving herself 100% to him.

"You're the only one that I will pleasure, no other man will feel my lips, mouth, body but you..." she said, locking her eyes with his. The eye contact was a promise for the both of them, no one will ever touch them in such a way. "Good...show me how good you are for me and make me cum Elizabeth." he said yanking her head roughly making her take him wholly once again.

"mmmmhhh!" the soft noises she was making and the view of her body on her knees with her skirt riding up her thighs flashing him a generous amount of her thick and soft thighs.

Her tongue licked the tip of his head in a teasing manner before roughly sucking his cock again. His large hands had her hair in a ponytail "yes...yes fuck that cock with your mouth.." he urged her, he was almost there and it took Elizabeth to withdraw his cock from her mouth and spitting on it seductively before taking him all the way down again.

"shit! ah..... fucck! fuck Elizabeth!" he grunted and release his seed into her pretty mouth and he made sure to empty everything he got into her mouth. He still had a tight grip on her hair and she was moaning at his orgasm, it was such a godly sight for her.

"mmmmmm that's so much cum down my throat Chrollo.." her voice was soft and innocent, she could feel how sore her throat was becoming. He let go of her hair and closed his eyes, processing the euphoric feeling he just felt because of her efforts. "How many boys have you practiced on, the way your mouth worked was wonders" he complimented her. She giggled and stood up "Well I have dated a few boys in this campus and i have done things occasionally with them."

He had already adjusted himself and his pants was back on, he then remembered what the guy said to him when he was waiting for Elizabeth just now. "You've had boyfriends before you, I don't like it. Shall I kill your past lovers?" he said bluntly. Elizabeth laughed, he could be so cute yet so horrific at the same time

"All the boys in this campus combined could never be as handsome as you" she said.

"Take me to my room and lets have fun" she said innocently but already was walking out of the classroom. He laughed and trailed behind her shaking his head.

"Anything you want Elizabeth"

#hxh #hunterxhunter #Chrollo #Chrollo Lucilfer #Elizabeth liones #seven deadly sins

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ncisla-westaytogether · 3 years

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Christmas competition

Densi-mber 2020 - Day 20 prompt: “I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

As the team began to disappear after Christmas dinner, Deeks found the perfect opportunity to have some quiet talk with his wife. He approached slowly to Kensi, who was eating the leftovers of Nell’s casserole, and looked at her with a serious face. They had been distant on the past weeks, aware of the fact that working without a partner, Deeks’ situation with LAPD and Kessler was taking a toll on their relationship. They barely spent time together and were constantly worrying about each other, but after a nice reunion surrounded by their family, they felt like the tension was slowly leaving place for some quality time.

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.” As she rolled her eyes, Deeks knew he had to choose carefully his strategy to come out of the bar alive.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not getting near of that horrific Christmas sweater.” Kensi stated throwing him a glare that meant more than trouble, still he could not stop teasing her.

“I’m your husband and I deserve some love.” Sitting next to her, Deeks began to caress the back of her hand while looking totally innocent at her annoyance.

“Not wearing something that includes a reindeer holding a beer and placing Santa in his spot to pull the sleigh.”

“Not a valid reason to stop hugging me, but if you want me to captivate your heart in this sweater and make it this year’s “Christmas seduction competition” you just had to ask.”

“We have never had a “Christmas seduction competition”, Deeks.” Her exasperation began to feel as a clear indication to stop, but he couldn’t resist the idea of making up to her the rest of the night.

“Well, then I’m sorry to announce that you lost all past competitions, I’m the absolute winner.” Aware of her competitive nature, he knew this was the last straw to attract Kensi.

“First, that’s ridiculous because you can’t be the absolute winner if I was not taking part…”

“Ah, but you were taking part¡”

“…and lastly, if you want to start the New Year with a defeat, it’s your call.” Deeks abandoned his seat as she crossed her arms and stared at him with a sly smile.

“Oh, fake interest and a weak threat, you’re so easy to lure into a bet…”

“I’m not easy to lure into anything and it’s not a bet, it’s a competition¡”

“Whatever, you’re still are going to fall for my Christmas sexiness and charm.”

“You’re delusional if you think that any of those two adjectives can be used to describe you right now.”

“So, you’re up for this, wifey?” Smiling proudly, he looked at her feeling the luckiest man alive.

“Of course, hubby.” As she reached for his arms, Kensi pondered how hard life hit on them these past months, bit still she knew their banter and fake competitions could erase all problems for a night.

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Once again, thank you all for making Densi-mber possible with amazing prompts and great discussion topics to have a new perspective on Densi throughout the seasons. Stay safe¡ :D

#Densi-mber 2020 #Apologizes for any mistakes :]#Densi #drabble #I did something

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fenth-eiria · 3 years

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Incorrect quotes : Sifan family edition

Fenth: I am in charge of this disaster!

Eiria: I have a name, you know.

Eiria: *Answers phone.* Hello?

Fenth: It's Fenth.

Eiria: What did they do this time?

Fenth: No, it's me, Eiria. It's actually me.

Eiria: What did you do this time?

The Librarian: You disgust me.

Elder Cadia : *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , we tried things your way.

Elder Cadia : No, we didn't.

The Librarian: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

Elder Cadia : Damn, the power went out.

The Librarian: Don’t worry, I got this.

The Librarian: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up*

Elder Cadia : What-?

The Librarian: I swallowed a glow stick!

Elder Cadia , on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

The Librarian: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Elder Cadia : How so?

The Librarian: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

The Librarian: I’m quick at math.

Elder Cadia : Ok, what’s 38 times 76?

The Librarian: 24.

Elder Cadia : That wasn’t even close.

The Librarian: But it was quick.

Elder Cadia : I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

The Librarian: Mine just says "The Librarian no."

Elder Cadia : I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

The Librarian: Can you keep a secret?

Elder Cadia : Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

Eiria: I could kill you if I wanted.

Onica: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Onica: What? I'm not aggressive!

Eiria: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips?

Onica: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

Kidnapper: We have your child

Eiria: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Eiria: Oh god, you have my sister..

Eiria: You remind me of the ocean.

Onica: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Eiria: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

Elder Cadia: Just be yourself. Say something nice.

Fenth: Which one? I can't do both.

Fenth: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

Elder Cadia : Those are wanted posters!

Fenth: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Elder Cadia , sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

Fenth: You want some leftovers?

Dot: What are those?

Fenth: You've never had leftovers before?

Dot: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

Dot: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked*

Fenth: What did you do?!

Dot: NOBODY DIED!

Fenth: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Dot: I can never give Fenth shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Dot: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

Dot: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Fenth: , what did you think a tiger shark was?

Eiria: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Fenth: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Eiria: Yes.

Fenth: I'd sleep.

Eiria: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Fenth: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Eiria: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Fenth: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Eiria: But you’re always acting stupid?

Fenth: ...

Fenth: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Elder Cadia : Marry me.

The Librarian: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Elder Cadia : Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreashing.

The Librarian: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Elder Cadia : Fuck you.

The Librarian: No u.

Elder Cadia : I'm down.

The Librarian: You're like 2, what the fuck-

Elder Cadia : I AM NOT 2!

The Librarian: Is something burning?

Elder Cadia , leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

The Librarian: Elder Cadia , the toaster is literally on fire.

The Librarian: Are you sure Elder Cadia 's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Elder Cadia : This date is boring!

The Librarian: This isnt a date. I said I was going to the store.

Elder Cadia : Then why did you invite me?

The Librarian: I didnt, I specifically said "dont come with me" then you said " fuck you The Librarian I'll do whatever I want!

Elder Cadia : Go fuck yourself.

The Librarian, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Elder Cadia : Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

The Librarian: Aww-

Elder Cadia : With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

The Librarian: Bro, I had a dream we fucked.

Elder Cadia : Bro, relax it was just a dream.

The Librarian: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you.

Elder Cadia : You wouldn’t?

The Librarian: I mean, unless you want to-

Elder Cadia : Are you ready to commit?

The Librarian: Like, a crime or a relationship?

The Librarian: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Elder Cadia : ...Have you never taken a shower before?

The Librarian: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Elder Cadia : I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

The Librarian: But you’re always acting stupid?

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

The Librarian: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Elder Cadia : I wrote you a poem.

The Librarian, already crying: You did?

The Librarian: Are we fighting or flirting?

Elder Cadia : I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

The Librarian: Your point?

Elder Cadia : Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

The Librarian: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Elder Cadia : No, like, U R A Q T.

The Librarian: Awwww!

The Librarian: I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Elder Cadia : Aren't you forgetting something?

The Librarian: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Elder Cadia 's forehead before running out.*

Elder Cadia : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

The Librarian: Relationships should be 50/50. Elder Cadia cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Elder Cadia : I like your new pants!

The Librarian: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Elder Cadia : I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

The Librarian: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Elder Cadia : Thats’s… not what I meant.

The Librarian: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Elder Cadia .

Elder Cadia : Know why I called you in here?

The Librarian: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Elder Cadia : *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

Elder Cadia : I’m in love with you.

The Librarian: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Elder Cadia : I know.

The Librarian: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

The Librarian: We have a problem.

Elder Cadia : No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Elder Cadia : Did it hurt when you fell-

The Librarian: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Elder Cadia : No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

The Librarian: ...

Elder Cadia : You just laid there for 15 minutes.

The Librarian: *angrily presses Elder Cadia against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Elder Cadia : ...

Elder Cadia : Are we about to kiss-

Elder Cadia : Look, last night was a mistake.

The Librarian: A sexy mistake.

Elder Cadia : No, just a regular mistake.

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Elder Cadia : I love you.

The Librarian, not paying attention: What was that?

Elder Cadia : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

The Librarian: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Elder Cadia : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

The Librarian: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Elder Cadia : Is it working?

Elder Cadia : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: Okay.

Elder Cadia : And make out during the scary parts.

The Librarian: Th-

The Librarian: The scary parts.

The Librarian: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

The Librarian: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Elder Cadia : Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

The Librarian: Yes.

Elder Cadia : I'd sleep.

*The Librarian and Elder Cadia are in Paris.*

The Librarian: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Elder Cadia : But...

The Librarian: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Elder Cadia : This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

The Librarian: Yeah.

Elder Cadia : But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

The Librarian: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Elder Cadia : Okay, alright.

The Librarian: Wow, Elder Cadia , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Elder Cadia : We literally slept together yesterday.

The Librarian: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Elder Cadia : Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

The Librarian: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

#dark crystal #age of resistance #incorrect quotes #some are twice but hey #no judgment

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