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kyokutsu-sama · 2 days

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"What is it like living with them?"- Captain x f!reader

A/n: I'm at my creative peak for the Black Clover fandom and I have a lot of drafts to post here about it. I hope I can post some more this week.

Tw: slightly suggestive

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Yami :

Living with the captain of the black bulls is like a complete married life, with children included (in this case they are his squad members) You won't have a minute of peace because he'll always be teasing you here and there and he won't have peace either because the brats always call him to train and when he doesn't, it's Julius who's calling him on a mission again. He, in turn, can't wait to get back to HQ to be with you. Yes, he loves to see you opening your arms to welcome him back. He will ask you to bring him toilet paper in case Asta forgets to put a new roll in the bathroom. You're the only one he lets into the bathroom when he's there. Needless to say, he will kill the poor boy for forgetting about it. The squad members see you as a motherly figure and whenever the captain tries to slice one of them, they run away and hide behind you and you always defend them. Yami doesn't like to get into trouble when you're around and he quickly changes his personality to someone calmer. He likes to go out with you to drink and gamble, he teaches you a lot about card games. In relation to drinking, if you are resistant to alcohol this only brings advantages as he likes someone who can accompany him when drinking. There will be many nights when you wake up on the living room floor after a night of drinking. You almost don't argue because he doesn't like doing it and often prefers to say that you're right just so there isn't a big fuss between you both. Still regarding arguments, this man also has his bad days so if it's something superficial where you're just making a film, he picks you up and takes you to the bedroom to solve the problem. You can be sure that you will forget the reason for the argument. If you want this man's attention, take the cigarette from his lips or hide the pack. You can also steal his sword. He teaches you how to fight with it but don't you dare break his beautiful sword. He's going to have a heart attack (we all know that he has a little fragile heart🤏🤭) just thinking about having to pay for a new one without even having paid for the previous one.

Julius :

Apart from the part where he has to be away for a long time because he is the wizard king, everything is perfect. It turns out that most of the time you have to walk behind him so he doesn't torment someone random because of their magic. Yes, he lets go of your hand in the middle of a walk to see magic. He starts sneaking out of the office more often than before just to be with you. He loves you and it's hard for him to be away from you. In his free time, he takes you for walks, holding your hand and visiting different places. It is worth remembering that he will often have to use magic to change his appearance since if he appears as a wizard king among people he will quickly attract their attention to him. You'll also have to get used to the fact that he always arrives late because of the amount of paperwork he had to sign. He's always teasing you and it only get worse if you're not paying attention. Please, this man needs attention. Of course he also likes to make you laugh if you're sad. You are his queen and like a good king, he needs to take care of his wife. He always makes a point of having meals with you since it's one of the few times you're together. And if he comes home early from work and you're waiting for him, you have long conversations about everything and everyone before bed. (This man loves gossip and tea and no one can convince me otherwise🤭)

As you are the wife of the wizard king, you are greatly adored and respected by the people and when you accompany him to a ceremony in the castle, there will be many eyes on you. If you are not a member of royalty and those looks are disdainful towards you, he will hold your hand and like to show everyone that you are an incredible person and that he is very proud of you.

Fuegoleon :

Living with this man is a dream. He's the husband material and is always kind to you and always tries to meet all of your needs. He spends most of the day busy either in the office or training his magic knights, so if you want to go there, feel free, he loves your visits. You know you've won in life when you're his brothers' protégé. Leopold loves you and calls you to train or do something else. He adores you for being who you are and for taking care of his brother. As for Mereoleona (How I love this woman😫), she easily drags you to the hot springs to talk to you. She may seem harsh about everything but I assure you that she cares about you. Proof of this? She always asks if your brother has taken good care of you and if not, she'll kill him for that, even if the poor guy would never be able to neglect you. I'm not even talking about the part where every time she comes home after being away for months, she always asks you if you're already carrying her nephew. Yes, she is waiting for this and don't make this woman wait. If he has free time, he will look for you so that you can both go out somewhere, be it for a walk or to eat. He also trusts you enough to tell you if something isn't going well at work even if he prefers not to because he doesn't want you to worry. He is very selfless and he doesn't want this to bother you in any way, even if you assure him that this doesn't happen. Just like Julius, if he comes home early, he will immediately look for you. You two also talk a lot about different subjects and besides, he likes to hear your points of view too. There are also frequent cuddle sessions before bed.

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angelsbless · 1 month

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I absolutely love your mashle content! Could you do orter x readers headcanons? 🥺

Yes yes ofc sorry i made you wait i'm busy with my exams. Here you go hon i hope you like it 🤍.

Note : I love him sm ah, i'll do part two about the dating headcanons i couldn't help myself i wanted to write this ahhh i hope you don't mind mwah!

Orter madl x reader (hcs)

Orter will most likely deny his feelings and try to ignore them but deep down in him he knows it.

You were the type of person who's his complete opposite, you were radiant like sunshine and you didn't mind breaking rules or putting others before yourself.

He was so mad at the fact that someone like you is a competent mage and a really great one, so he started observing you more waiting for you to only mistake once so he could lecture you about law and feel like winning.

But as time went by, he started to be captivated by your actions and the whole YOU. Because of his strictness he never really paid attention to many things, yet while observing you h learnt many things that he almost forgot about.

He'll watch you smile brightly from distance and feel something tucking his heart but will try to ignore it. Until you two met at the library one day and it happened that you were searching for the same book, so you smiled at him as you guys were speaking about the book.

HE BLUSHED yet he smiled without realizing it! You were stunned. Orter madl is SMILING? Also BLUSHING?

After a few discussions, Orter was searching for you in the library only to find you talking to a student, he didn't think about it, he just took your hand and pulled you close." you're mine" he said and you just chuckled at the situation and at his red ears and asked "why, do you love me?", "i you mean the annoyance and discomfort i feel when you're not around, yes i do, i love you"

You smiled at his confession and teased him a bit ( he was regretting his life choices) then confessed back ( man was so happy) which made him smile, a really soft and beautiful one, that you'll never forget.

You smiled back at him, he was mesmerized by it, he never thought he would be this happy, and never thought he would try to change his perspective for someone. BUT HE'S DOING SO!

PART 2 DATING HCS SOON <3

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eroticdarling · 5 months

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I want the most cursed backshots that ever existed from this man and I want them NOW OMFG DON'T LET MAPPA ANIMATE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

I promise you he's gonna be the reason I write the most back-arching, legs behind neck, seat belt gripping, legs trembling, toes curling so bad they're gonna break, and architectural services of smut and change my name to Choso Slut #163

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exquisitesimp · 7 months

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Comforting Akutagawa during a mental breakdown

A/N: Hello to everyone reading this! I’m back at it again with Bungo Stray Dogs, more particularly the Port Mafia. In this story, the reader (F) is giving comfort and affection to her emotionally damaged boyfriend Akutagawa, after an unfortunate encounter with his old mentor figure (aku was my first love in bsd). Thank you so much for reading and interacting with my posts, it means so much to me! Stay healthy, eat well and drink plenty of water! - Sam

Tags: Bungo Stray Dogs, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, angst, reverse comfort, SFW

Warnings: mental breakdown, emotional and physical abuse, NSSI

Word Count: approx. 4.8k

It was one of these nights again; these difficult, heart-wrenching nights that constantly made you question the meaning of such a life, a life filled with pain and suffering. You’ve become a little too familiar with this feeling since you’ve experienced, well… a little too many nights like these.

“Remember what you’re doing all this for!” you exclaimed.

Except there was nobody there to listen, save for the librarian that was sick of having you be the last one to leave the library in the dark hours of the early morning for the fifth time this week. Talking to the void, maybe all that studying did drive you insane after all.

“You scared the life out of me, for the love of god!”, the lady gasped, jumping awake from the information desk. Poor her, she probably hated these nights even more than you did.

“I’m terribly sorry”, you said, chuckling in awful embarrassment.

She gave you a cold stare, which truthfully saddened you deep down, because you were under the false impression that you had bonded with the woman by now.

“Don’t look at me like that ma’am”, you said, “You know med school isn’t a piece of cake…”

“I know dear”, she responded with a certain sweetness in her voice and a tired sigh, “but isn’t it time to go home soon?”

You looked at the clock above the information desk. It read 2:45. A look of desperation channeled itself on your face as you were thinking about just how much more work you had ahead of you before you could allow yourself to go home and finally get some shuteye.

“Just one more unit, I promise!” you lied, knowing damn well that it was much, much more than that.

“Pfftt….Like we haven’t heard that before…” the librarian mumbled as she began moving around all sorts of books and paper sheets around the information desk.

Of all the times during the day she could get that taken care of, she had to do it right now? The noise she made was getting on your nerves and messed with your focus. However, you knew she was going to kick you out for sure if you dared complain about it. So you just decided to let it go, for your own good perhaps…

Resting your head which had grown quite heavy and dizzy on top of the open books, you sighed in exhaustion, waiting for the woman to stop messing with the papers and your concentration along with them. Wondering how the hell you were supposed to pass all these exams the following week, you were just sitting there, beating yourself up for always leaving things for the last possible moment. But not even a minute later, your phone, which was laying on the table, suddenly buzzed and stopped your overthinking.

It was a voice message from your boyfriend, a little smile subtly forming on your face upon seeing the notification. You’ve been together for almost a year, but the habit of smiling at his texts hasn't faded away whatsoever.

“Ma’am, can I pleeaase use my phone?”, you joked, since there was obviously nobody there to be disturbed by mobile phone usage… except for the poor lady of course. “It’s my sweetheart!”

A few moments of deadly silence followed. From the look on her face, you’d think she was finally done with your smart-ass idiocy.

“Eh, to hell with it…” she responded, having accepted — to your grand surprise — that she’d have you here for quite a while once again.

“God bless your patience! I shall treat you to a huge meal once these detestable exams are over!”, you proclaimed in comedic exaggeration, yet genuinely wanting to express your gratitude to her in some sort of way. With your late-night hypertension and your endearingly annoying sense of humor, you could imagine that having you study here all these days must have been quite a handful.

“Who said I wanted to have a meal with you?”, she shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Purposefully ignoring her rhetorical question with a smile on your face, you opened the message and placed your phone next to your head with the speaker facing your ear, the woman sighing at your shenanigan in the background.

“Hey, Y/N…”

You didn’t expect to hear Gin’s voice.

“Listen… I found my brother’s phone in a dark alley on the ground, and it’s all cracked up now, and I’m not quite sure what happened... He was still supposed to be here, but I assume there was some big trouble and he had to flee. Problem is— TACHIHARA CAN YOU JUST SHUT THE F— sorry about that… problem is I contacted our headquarters and he’s not there”

Your eyes opened wide as the message kept on playing. Two opposing forces fighting in your brain; one worrying that something terrible has happened to him, the other trying to remain cool-headed since you didn’t know any crucial details about the situation.

“My guess would be that he’s at your place. I know you have a lot of work to do in the library, but please check if everything’s okay with him. Gotta go, the Armed Detective Agency is just around the corner”

You heard the words “Armed Detective Agency” and you instantly knew what this was about.

“Oh fuck” you said out loud and stood up from your desk as if struck by some invisible thunder.

“What is it this time?”, the librarian desperately asked.

“It’s your lucky day”, you replied, packing up your bag in quick, messy movements, “I’ve got to go right now”

“Good grace”, she mumbled as she started switching off the lights to finally close the place down for the night.

“Thanks for everything!”, you shouted hurriedly, storming out of the university library and rushing to the parking lot.

You jumped in your car and immediately started the engine. You already knew by now that no encounter with the Agency could possibly be any good for Akutagawa. And this time, you had a strong feeling that something was very, very wrong.

In less than half the time it would usually take, you sloppily drove back to your apartment, very lucky that you hadn’t crushed the car onto anything on the way there. Running with light steps and pushing through your own fatigue, you finally reached the door and knocked on it.

“Sweetie?”, you called out softly.

There was complete silence on the other side, a type of silence that grew an unshakeable fear within you. After taking a deep breath, you reached for the keys in the pocket of your jacket and slowly opened the door.

You took a good look at the living room before entering, and everything was exactly the way you left it, including the little lamp you always kept switched on even when nobody was home. From where you were standing, nothing seemed wrong with the kitchen either. At first glance it all looked perfectly normal, but there was something very intuitively suspicious about this quietness that consumed the entire place.

Due to your intensive studying at the library the past few days, you ended up coming home at times like these almost every day, and you found the emptiness to be serene, and even comforting in its own way. But now it was frantically maddening, as if you’d be crazy to assume someone else was here, but equally as insane to think that you were totally alone.

You gulped as you took a few steps in and closed the door behind you, cold shivers running down your body. Only while taking off your own shoes did you look down to check if his were there, and much to your relief, they were just beside the door. You immediately felt a weight fall off your shoulders, knowing now that nobody had broken in or that you weren’t… imagining things.

You quietly made your way right in front of the shut door of your bedroom, and since you already passed by the empty bathroom, you knew that was the only place where he could possibly be. Just by standing there you felt a dark chilly aura strike you down to the bone.

Knowing about his occupation and even his abusive past, you were already aware that Akutagawa was very much capable of becoming violent. But this wasn’t the first time he went through a crisis like this with you, so you had faith that if you stood there for him once again, it would all work out, just like the previous times.

You plucked up all the courage you had inside you and knocked on the door.

“Sweetie?”, you repeated. “Are you alright?”

Once again, no answer. At this point you started getting worried. That was the only place he could be, right? Then why was he not responding?

Making the tiniest amount of sound possible, you pushed the door open ever so slightly to peek through the crack, and that’s when you saw something you’ve never witnessed before.

Although the light switch was on, the room was pitch black with only a few strands of light somehow making their way through. Sinister branches of darkness were spread all over, some intertwined with one another in an infernal veil, and others ruthlessly piercing the entirety of the space like enormous, sharp blades.

You were completely astounded. You had no idea that Rashoumon could take on such a petrifying form.

Before you could even begin to grasp the density and the complexity of what your eyes just viewed, the door was somehow explosively shut inches away from your face, causing you to gasp at the thunderous noise.

“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DOOR?”, Akutagawa yelled, his strung out voice echoing within his ability’s construction.

“I’m sorry sweetie”, you responded peacefully, “I just wanted to check if you’re okay…”

“What does this look like to you?” he asked sarcastically, while Rashoumon locked the door from the inside, eliminating any possibility that he’d just let you in that easily.

“What I meant is, are you physically okay? Did you get hurt?”, you asked, trying to maintain your calm composure.

“I’m intact”, he answered as if even such a small question was so immensely bothersome to him at that moment, “now LEAVE. ME. ALONE!”

“How am I supposed to leave you alone in a state like this?”

He didn’t respond, but it’s not like you expected him to. Hurt and afraid, he always hid inside his hard shell at times like this, and it took a lot of strength and effort to get him to open up to you. You took a big breath, because the difficult part was just starting.

“Your sister found your phone somewhere in the city and contacted me…”, you began.

“I don’t wanna talk about this…” he growled as rage kept building up within him.

“I know it’s difficult to talk right no—“

“THEN CUT IT OUT”, he screamed with a trembling voice and paused for a second, “before I break the door…”

“You don’t have to talk about it right now, but please just listen”.

You paused for a while to see what his reaction would be. Although he was once again mute, you were quite happy that you didn’t get smashed by the door; it meant he was waiting for you to speak.

“I know you’re not feeling well right now, and I just want to let you know that it’s totally okay to feel this way, even though I don’t know what exactly happened… I just wanted to tell you…”.

Another silence-filled pause ensured you that he was still listening.

“You did the right thing to come here, sweetie… The fact that you’re here right now means that even if you want me to leave you alone this instant, some part of you wants to find comfort here… And that’s exactly what I want to do for you right now. I just want to make it better, I promise. Please, Aku…Let me help you…”

No response.

“I’ll be waiting right behind the door for as long as you need. Please don’t break me along with it, or better yet, let me in whenever you feel like…”

It wasn’t much later that you heard the door finally unlock behind you, so you stood up, carefully opened it, and saw that your previously unimaginably ominous room was now just the way you remembered it.

Akutagawa was sitting on the floor in the corner across the room, curled up so he could take up as little space as possible. He had wrapped his arms around his knees and held them closely against his chest. His cloak was thrown over his shoulders, covering most of his upper body and his head was buried on his forearms.

You quietly approached him and sat next to him to keep him at ease. All these months in a relationship with him taught you that at times like these, he felt threatened by people sitting right opposite him, and didn't respond to them so well. He also deeply despised being looked at when he’s in such a vulnerable state, so you respected his wishes and looked at the floor, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

“Take your time, sweetie. I’m here to listen”, you said after a minute or two.

He took a big breath before lifting his head up, while you made sure to make him feel as comfortable as you could, based on his own individual terms.

“The Command Unit was sent to the center of Yokohama to investigate some strange movements in the black market… and there, I ran into that stupid weretiger...”

“Mhm hm”, you nodded as you kept listening carefully.

“We started a fight and I had cornered him in this alley… that was all until he showed up…”

“Dazai?”, you asked, just to make sure your assumptions were correct.

“Yes…” , he answered as his voice got weaker. “He nullified my ability and told the weretiger to leave, so it was just the two of us…”

You noticed it was getting harder and harder for him to speak as the conversation shifted towards Dazai. It was no surprise since he’d talked to you about him before but it was, nonetheless, upsetting to hear.

“No…”, you said, “and what did he do?”

“Well, he…”, Akutagawa said and then paused as if to collect himself, “he kicked me right below the chest and I was on the ground coughing…”

He took a breath, before proceeding to give you the rest of the story.

“And he said some things… something about the weretiger being better than me… but I’ve heard that before…”

“Aw sweetie—“

“He knows…”, he said, burying his head on his knees once again. “He found out about my disease somehow…”

When you heard him quietly weep, you moved a little closer to him, just enough so that he didn’t feel alone in this difficult, doleful moment. Before you could even begin to ask how Dazai managed to find that out, Akutagawa jumped into your arms and buried his head on your shoulder, letting his black cloak fall off his frail body.

As he did that, you didn’t fail to notice that his white shirt had bloody stains on each sleeve, a little bit above the length of the elbow. Both sides had five holes each, one for each of his own fingers that had been digging into his skin, scratching and ripping it apart.

You were so upset, but you realized that it would be no good to address it right now. So instead, you wrapped him up in the warm embrace that he desperately needed at the time.

“That lung disease you have is going to kill you soon… Maybe then, I’ll consider coming back to the Port Mafia… Such a shame that… even when you leave your last pathetic breath… there won’t have been a single moment… when you were better than my new apprentice…”

“That’s what he said to me…”, he uttered, sobbing in between these nasty, horrible phrases.

Your eyes started watering as you squeezed him tighter against you. It was beyond you how anybody could be so viciously cruel to someone so loyal and devoted, even if fate brought it so that they parted ways.

“That’s so hurtful…”, you whispered as tears were running down your cheeks. “It’s okay… Let it all out, I’m right here…”

“Why? Just why?!”, he cried in anguish, “How much more must I do? When will all this be over? When will I ever be enough?!”

You didn’t know how to respond to such questions at times like these, so you just let him lash out until he hopefully calmed down eventually.

“What am I saying? That’s never gonna happen…”, he lamented as his body started shivering, “I’m so sorry, Y/N… I’m a worthless and pathetic fool…”

“That’s not true…please stop saying things like that…”, you pleaded.

“I’m just gonna die so pointlessly… And it won’t even matter to him…”

“Well it’s gonna matter to me!”, you raised the tone of your voice, verklempt and teary-eyed.

His chest kept pumping against yours as he was struggling for breath.

“I’m so sorry my love…”, you apologized, fearing that all you just did was worsen his situation by letting your own emotions take over. He tried to say something, but in this state, coherent words couldn’t come out of his mouth.

You had to stay strong and help him during this difficult time. Right now, the situation wasn't about you.

“Listen to me, let’s take some deep breaths okay? Breathe in till four, hold till four, and breathe out till six. Can you do that for me?”

You felt him nodding yes, lifting his head up and letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“Perfect, I’ll count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…”

Akutagawa tried to follow your count as much as he could. You had to do this exercise about fifteen times before his breathing took its normal pace back. Your hand was always gently caressing the back of his head, and with every round you completed, you made sure that he knew he was doing a good job.

“I’m so proud of you”, you murmured and kissed his temple, “are you feeling any better now?”.

He nodded yes and sniffed his nose.

“Can I look at you?”, you asked.

He sighed, then nodded yes once again. Once he let go, you gently cupped his face and lifted his head up so you could look at him. His poor, restless eyes were ever so red and puffy from all the tears he’d been shedding.

“My sweet Aku…”, you whispered, “if only there was something I could do to take your suffering away… I can only imagine how terrible it feels to be treated so horribly by someone you look up to so much, to always feel like you’re the second option…”

You paused to take a big breath and collect yourself.

“And I know it’s not the same to hear it from me… but you’re always going to be my first choice… always…”

A sad, bitter smile morphed into your boyfriend’s face upon hearing these words, as if they were half-empty, not coming from a certain someone he’d want to hear them from instead.

“I’ll always be here for you… You’re my everything, my love… I love you more than anyone and anything in this world… And seeing you suffer like this… it crushes me…”

Akutagawa sat there in silence, guiltful and grey, shifting his gaze to the cold, hard floor.

“Especially this…” you said with a cracking voice, and looked at the red stains on his sleeves, “this just… it breaks my heart…”

His withering eyes were filling up with tears again.

“Promise me you won’t do it again…please…”, you begged.

“I promise…I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry sweetie, none of this makes you weak in my eyes…. You’re so strong… so much more than you think…”

You looked at him sweetly before pulling him closer to give him a soft kiss on the mouth, his lips passive, almost motionless against yours.

“Now go have a warm shower, you need to relax”, you said, getting up from the floor and offering him a helping hand to stand up as well. “Make sure that a lot of water runs over your wounds. I’ll take care of them once you’re done, okay?”

“Okay”, he answered, giving you his hand, letting you pull him up and still hold him all the way to the bathroom.

“Thank you so much, Y/N… really…”

“Don’t mention it”, you responded lovingly.

As he shut the door behind him, you immediately got this morbid feeling, this insurmountable urge to break down and cry.

You loved him with all your heart, but in comparison to even the tiniest praise from Dazai, your love for Akutagawa didn’t matter nearly as much to him. And that thought pained you so much, it cut deeper than a knife… In a way, you could even say you understood him, knowing that your one and only was gonna leave you soon, and that you’ll always come second, till the last moment… till his last moment, his very last breath…

It was all so devastating… But as you pushed the tears back, you remembered the promise that you made to yourself when you first got into a relationship with him; no matter how hard things got, you were gonna love this person as much as you could, for as long as you could… Until the very end, you had to be his pillar of strength and continue cherishing him no matter how much it hurt you in the process.

And you loved him so much, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey Gin”, you spoke to your phone as you recorded a voice message for her, “I found him, he was at my place. He’s okay, he has a few surface wounds on his arms, most probably nothing to worry about. You can let your boss and the others know that he’s safe and that he’ll stay here for the next couple of hours… And, by the way, thank you for contacting me as soon as you found his phone….Things might’ve been worse, had it not been for you… Call me if you need anything”

As you hit “send”, Akutagawa walked out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized white t-shirt and plaid black and white pajama bottoms, with the towel he used to dry his hair thrown around his neck.

“Feeling more comfortable now?” you asked.

“Yeah”, he responded.

“Good. Now come here, let me see your arms…”

He made his way next to you, letting you investigate his wounds.

“Hmm…”, you said, lost in thought, “they’re not as deep, so you’re not gonna need any stitches… but they do look a bit inflamed… we definitely need to disinfect these”

You took him by the hand back in the bathroom again, where you kept your medical kit. You grabbed the disinfectant bottle and lathered some liquid over a big piece of sterile cotton.

“I gotta warn you sweetie, this might burn a little…”

“Yeah, like I haven’t had worse– OWW!!”, he exclaimed as you pressed it against his wounds.

“I’m sorry, perhaps I wouldn’t have to do this if you hadn’t used your own hands. You were out fighting, who knows how many germs they had…”

“It burns…”, he hissed, clenching his jaw.

“Warned you…”, you responded. “You’ve never used disinfectant before?”

“Do you really think people in the mafia care to use this sh– AUGHH!”, he snarled once again as you repeated the same treatment to his other arm.

“We’re almost done now…” you reassured him as he gave you the most displeased, irritated stare.

“Hmm let’s see…” you mumbled to yourself while searching the contents of your kit, “I don’t have big enough band-aids for this… guess we’ll have to cover them with something else…”

You opened up two bandages, and with a little hesitation, Akutagawa let you wrap them around his arms tightly.

“All patched up!” you said, giving his boney shoulders a light squeeze, “Is there anything I can make for you? Anything to eat? Some tea maybe?”

“No, I think I’m gonna throw up if I do…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that… Okay then, I think we should go to bed and get some rest, no?”

“Yeah…”

After you changed into your pajamas and brushed your teeth, you made your way into the fluffy futon and scooched over for Akutagawa to join you shortly after. While he is generally the quiet type, this time you could tell that he was way too tired even for the short-lived, yet endearing small talk before bed.

“My eyes hurt…” Akutagawa murmured as he slid next to you.

“I know, sweetie…Come here…”, you said, lifting up the cover and inviting him close to you.

Your boyfriend found his way into your arms again, his tired head buried in your chest and his thinned body clinging onto yours, the entirety of his being searching for warmth within your embrace. The comforting motions of your hands caressing his back and the sound of your heartbeat was everything he could ask for at the time.

“Feels like you’ve lost more weight…”, you pointed out as you grazed your fingers over the prominent parts of his skeleton, “Have you been eating well lately?”

“Mm-mm”, he shook his head no after a short pause, as if to adjust his thinking to your own standards of self-preservation. To him, if he made it out alive at the end, what was there to care for?

“Well that’s no good…I’m making you fluffy pancakes and your favorite tea in the morning”, you said knowing that, being starved of affection almost his entire life, he found these simple acts of kindness to be a huge deal. His contentment was clear as day, flowing through you as he pulled himself closer, practically sealing shut whatever space there was between the two of you.

“Thank you…”, he purred against your chest, the mere sweetness of his adorable reaction leading you to plant gentle kisses on the top of his head.

“Anything for you sweetie… I just want you to take care of yourself. Undereating can’t do any good to your condition… And I want to keep you around as much as possible, make as many happy memories together as we can…Like that time when you took me to dinner with the mafia for the first time and Higuchi kept warning me not to hurt your feelings or ‘I’ll be dead’...”

“Tsk, that piss-off…” he mumbled in a mix of displeasure and nostalgia, getting annoyed just by remembering the event, but being strangely happy that he got to experience it with you.

“It made me very happy that you apologized to her…”

“After you told me I was acting just like him, I had no choice…”

“And I’m so proud of you for that, sweetie…” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair

“I still remember when we had Gin and Chuuya over for my birthday and we played that drinking game he had suggested. I’m pretty sure at some point he stopped caring about the rules and started losing on purpose…Ah, what an iconic day…Oh, and that day when I first told you that I loved you…Hahah, you were so awkward whenever I told you that on the phone. It took you a couple of weeks before you were brave enough to say it back to me... But it’s okay, I’m not blaming you, it’s most wise to wait for the time when you are a hundred percent sure that you feel the same way for me… Hey, what about the day of our first date–”

You’d been talking for quite a while now, vocally walking down memory lane, too absent-minded to notice that Akutagawa was fast asleep by then. Your melancholic monologue got softly interrupted by his faint, quiet snores.

“Aww of course. I almost forgot how easily you fall asleep whenever I start rambling like this…”

You slid your hands under his shirt and felt the soft skin on his back. His hold on you was more relaxed, but far from apathetic, as if what remained of his slowly melting tension was love, and only love.

You smiled, feeling infinitely blessed that your boyfriend was there with you, that you were listening to his slow breathing as he was drifting somewhere far away. Your eyelids had been feeling heavy for a while, but before you joined him, you wanted to get some things off your chest; somethings you truly wanted Akutagawa to know, even though you knew that he wouldn’t hear much of it in his sleep.

“Aku, my sweetheart… You are worth so much more than you think. You are enough— no, you’re even more than that… And I wish I had the means to show you just how much you mean to me… Oh, if only I could make you feel even half of my love…”

A/N: Akutagawa cried again in the middle of the night, but didn’t want to bother Y/N with his feelings any further. He removed the bandages because anything that reminded him of Dazai, he couldn’t have on his body. After Y/N found out, she apologised for her ignorance and made him the most delicious fluffy pancakes.

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luxwritings · 2 years

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Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

I really liked your “monster trio reacting to making you cry” and I would like to request a similar scenario with the bucci gang. (If that’s too many people then just Abbacchio, narancia, Bruno and mista) thankss 🥰

I gotchu eventhough this reply is a year and a half late

Abbacchio, Narancia, Bruno, and Mista reaction to making you cry

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

One of those guys that really wouldn’t mean to make it on purpose, but because of his semi-harsh tone theres one time where it does it hard enough for it to make you cry. His voice is deep and rough, and paired with his little attitude he can give sometimes, shit can hurt.

So when you and the rest of the bucci gang are sitting together, and you ask a question where.. the answer mightve been obvious.. Abbacchio’s tone and voice made him come off as rude and annoyed as he answered your question in front of everyone else. Thankfully, no one really batted an eye since they’re used to him being that way sometimes, but as his significant other you are used to getting a soft treatment.

You began to overthink this, and you excuse yourself from where him and the rest of the bucci gang is sitting to be alone for a while. Abbacchio however, can read you like an open book, and knows right away something is wrong. The second you stand up to leave, he is right behind you.

“Why do you want to be alone, mi amore? Whos bothering you? Mista?” he asks, while you two reach privacy

You smile a bit, “You are”

He gives you a confused look, and silently waits for you to continue

“I dont know..” Your voice begins to crack as you try to communicate the pain, “Maybe I misread your tone, but earlier, when I asked kinda a dumb question, you responded a bit rudely”

As he listens, your tears flow and you cant help but to feel a bit pathetic.

But, you feel that familiar hand on your head that stops you in your tracks of crying for a second. You look up, and Abbacchio is lightly petting your hair. He opens his mouth to speak and says, “Don’t cry. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, I’ll be more careful, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

You smile in response, and he continues in his serious voice, “No more tears, I’ll make it all better, I promise.”

“Yes,” you pout jokingly, “Make it all better.. pat my head more.”

He chuckles in response, “No but seriously, I’m sorry mi amore”

Narancia

I would just have to say that Narancia making you cry must be done physically because lord I can barely imagine him saying something hurtful to his s/o even on accident

Its a normal afternoon, and you and Narancia are doing you and Narancia things, also known as being overly energetic at random times in the day. What does today bring? Wrestling match.

Its usually very playful with him, and many of the rest of the bucci gang is around doing their own thing as Narancia is struggling to pin you on the floor and count to three. However, you dont go down without a fight, so there is a LOT of resistance on your end. This definitely causes issues.

In the mess of limbs and fighting noises, Narancia’s fist clashes with your lip in attempt to move his hand to pin your wrist. Your hand flies to your mouth and you back out a bit, stunned. The tears in your eyes begin to brood, but you tried to keep it in.

“Owww Narancia!!” But, your voice cracks, and somehow some tears escape your eyes. The embarrassment pushed you to the edge to let the crying release, especially since you and Narancia weren’t alone.

“What happened??” Mista shouts from the other room from all the commotion.

“N-Nothing!” and Narancia begins to slightly freak out, and his eyes automatically turn back to you in panic. “Y/n! I’m sorry!! Don’t cry!!”

But your hand is still over your lip, and youre sure theres blood thats began to come out. Narancia reaches over and gently removes your hand, wishing to look at where he hit you.

And surely, there is a bit of blood he sees. He gasps at the sight, “Does it hurt?!”

You cock your head a bit, “Yeah, a little.”, ending with a sniffle from your continued crying-runny-nose.

Though, he continues to look extremely concerned, and its quite cute, but you dont want him to overly worry. “That means you got a foul and you lose, though”, you grin widely

If theres one thing about Narancia, its that your smile is absolutely contagious to him, just as much as his is to you. So as you can imagine, he grins, really big, “Well, thats okay, you can punch me and we’ll be even.” he says, gloatingly.

You shake your head, reaching to wrap your arms around him, as he reciprocates. You tumble over holding each other laying down, room filled with laughter.

Bruno

It genuinely feels impossible to think of a scenario where Bruno could make you cry

But the thing about Bruno is like, he can get pretty invested in his gang, rightfully so. I mean, he is a father of 5.

Bruno really doesn’t like to get you included in all of the gangs details, like as in violence, missions, etc. His main priority is protecting you from harmful things, and he believes that having you included in his work is one of them. That also means that.. theres days with no message from Bruno. Theres nights on end where you are lonely because he isn’t there, hes working.

On one certain night, you decide to dial his cell and call him from home. Your hands shook, pressing each number, as you were already crying at the sight of your empty living space you came home to once again.

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

“You are never here, and you’re always vague about whats going on and what you’re doing.”

He’s silent, so you continue. “I feel neglected.” you sniffle, “For the last few days, I’ve been falling asleep alone and I don’t even get informed on why you’re even gone because of your gang.”

You hear a small sigh on the phone, “I know. I need 20 minutes, I must finish something and I’ll be home. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” you say in response, quite sadly still.

“Y/N. I know you are crying. I don’t want you to cry, but I understand why you are.”

“I get your work, it’s just, I miss you. I’m not mad or anything.”

Another moment of silence passes, where Bruno momentarily thinks for the best solution to keep you satisfied. “How about I shift all of my responsibilities on Giorno for the next few weeks and we can spend time together, okay?

“Okay!” you say, more excitedly this time. Its obvious your mood has lifted up, extremely thankful for Bruno. “Oh.. and.. when you come home, can we watch TV?”

“Of course my darling”

Overall pretty easy to be soothed by Bruno, especially since his demeanor is just calming and he never tries to have malicious intentions with you, so theres a lot of trust there.

Mista

I feel like he’d probably say some stupid shit during an argument that would push you to the edge of making you cry. I’m not tryna be angsty here but… that just makes sense to me. So I’ll twist my idea a bit (if yall are interested in a separate more angsty piece that regards mista and y/n arguing however ..)

You and Mista do bicker a lot, and its usually very jokingly in a way that you guys just like to fake argue and be silly. However, on moody days, things can get out of hand, and out of hand fast.

Mista didnt realize that you werent up to any sort of jokes like that today, so when he makes a comment on something you were insecure about today through a punchline, it does not tickle your funny bone. (had to slide in a white phrase)

Mista overall is quite sensitive in the sense that hes very aware of things that can hurt you. But man, the moment you gave him that death stare in response to his joke, he knows he fucked up… But, before he can open his mouth to speak, the waterworks begin. You did have a moody day, after all.

“H-hey…”, He approaches you closer, taken aback by a reaction he certainly did not expect. “I didn’t really mean it, okay?! I was just joking.”

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry for making you cry babe..”

Your voice softens as you whine his name, and his tone reflects yours, “Dont cry.. okay?”

You slightly nod, looking up at him. As your eyes meet, he suddenly pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, rocking your bodies together back and forth.

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mikariin · 3 months

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Found this while scrolling through tumblr, here’s the original post and decided to try it…clean template underneath :3

Almost blacked out again—

The fandom I currently write for is One Piece xD

Tag: @lerya-fanfic @madbunsy @cyborg-franky @phoenixkaizen @seadragoncaspian and @arielxlazarus

#ao3 writer #fanfic writer #one piece #writer thoughts #writer things #writerscommunity #writerscorner #head empty rambling #writing bingo #anime writing blog

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chrollohearttags · 4 months

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hey lovelies! so I’ve been getting quite a few questions about commissions and I have decided to reopen them! I’ve updated my rules and protocol just so it’s a lot more organized and easier on both ends. Please feel free to DM me regarding any questions but all information is listed here. You can submit your requests via the Google Form. With classes starting in the new year, it may take a day or two for me to reach out about your request but I will get them completed! Thank you all so much for being patient with me and just supporting in general.

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ireze · 1 year

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DENJI X READER

unforgettable date ✧

People stared at you both as you wore matching outfits to your hangout today. Denji clutches your hand tightly and swings your arms as you walk together. “Would you like to get some food? It’s all on me.” He said, looking at the scenery. You smiled and nodded at him. Of course, who would turn down free food?

You decided to order a large quantity to share with him. He caught a glimpse of your eyes and locked them. You give him some of your food. He won’t even stop looking you in the eyes. Every bite of the appetizing foods shared together enhances the experience.

He was acting clingy, clings to your hand, plays with your hair, and talks a lot. He gave a menacing look to every single guy who looked at you. He gets excited just holding your hands. He won’t stop making cheesy jokes because he enjoys hearing you laugh and believes it's contagious.

He noticed you were cold and quickly took his jacket and put it on for you. He put both of your hands on his cheeks. It was extremely comfortable.

When you arrived at your apartment, you both jumped onto the couch. Denji lays down on your lap and looks at you as you lean back in your couch. You cracked a smile. You find it endearing that Denji is clingy all day. Your cheeks turned bright red without even realizing it. “Eh? Are you blushing?” He laughed and poked your cheeks a few times. One of his hobbies is to annoy you. “I am not!”

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #denji x reader #denji #denji hayakawa #alternative universe #chainsaw man fluff #romance #headcannons #anime writing blog #fiction

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simplysimpingsimp · 1 year

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Oh man it’s been a year since I last posted 😭 I am so sorry (,: ! Here’s a little one shot scenario (idk what to really call it aside from a one shot)

I had the inspiration to write not too long ago but I was kinda hesitant to post since I haven’t posted in a year but here it is! It’s not my best work and not very proof read so I’m sorry for mistakes (unironically I feel like I already wrote something like this but imma post anyway 😭)

I hope you enjoy and I hope all of you have a wonderful week (:

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💧𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

💧𝙺𝚗𝚈 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

💧𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

💧𝚝𝚠: 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎

💧𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚘𝚌, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔 😭😔

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He trudged along the worn out pavement track to their home. Each step was heavy with the burden he bore as a hashira, one of humanity’s beacons of hope that would eradicate the plague of demons.

Giyu had returned from a mission and was given the time off for completing it — though the time he would receive was short as it was intended for his recovery, he was thankful to have time he could dedicate to his beloved.

Though they weren’t married, he certainly viewed them as his spouse as they were his motivation to move forward and continue the fight.

He thought frequently of how he felt at home in their arms. The gentle caresses and soft words they would give to him when he was feeling doubt in himself, the smile they’d kindly give him when they were in his presence and the warmth they radiated that allowed him to feel vulnerable and emotional.

Often he felt undeserving of the golden heart they carried yet he wanted to preserve it for himself. He felt that they would be better off without someone like him in their life, that they would be better off with someone they could peacefully grow old with and live a normal life with, not with someone who was at the risk of being killed.

Giyu didn’t want them to feel the lingering sense of dread and overwhelming sadness of knowing there was a chance he would never come back one day. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to let them go, not the sunlight that gave him a sense of home.

He knew they would be home because they lived as an ordinary person — a simple herbal medication expert, who hopefully would never have to see bloodshed. He prayed that the day they had to wield a sword and carry a similar burden he did would never come.

As he approached the home, he felt his body grow heavy. He hadn’t realized just how tired he truly was: slaying demons night after night, the things he had seen of slaughtered humans — sometimes he couldn’t wrap his mind on how the human body could be destroyed so easily and yet his expression never changed.

Sapphire blue eyes remained dull at the sight of human agony but it lit the fire in him to destroy demons, the sword he held and swung was the only thing he could do for them in the end.

He opened the sliding door of the small wooden home, quietly stepping inside and heading towards the other side that led to the garden.

Giyu felt the emotional weight lift off his shoulders at the delicate sight of them. Their hair was pinned out of their face with the help of a pin he had given them, a plain slightly worn yukata with the sleeves held back with a thin ribbon tied behind them, soft stains of dirt and water coated the front of the f/c fabric, a look of concentration etched onto their face as they diligently wrote a small note before stuffing it away in their yukata. A small woven bamboo basket filled with harvested herbs neatly bound together and organized was settled beside them as their crouched form plucked out weeds and other unwanted roots into a separate basket for waste.

They stood up with the medicinal herb-filled basket in their hands, a gentle smile on their face while their eyes sparkled at the sight of the vibrant green of incoming blooms and the small purple blossoms on the sprigs of rosemary.

All of their heart was poured into the care they dedicated to their garden as the herbs they grew and harvested were made into various types of medicines that healed local villagers and even some of the demon slayers that would visit them.

Their shoulders seemingly stiffened but immediately relaxed at sensing a familiar presence behind them before quickly turning to face the person.

The basket fell from their hands as they caught sight of Giyu’s disheveled battle worn form. Tears formed in the corners of their eyes, it had been a while since they had last seen him.

“Giyu!” Their voice was laced with shock and some form of happiness at seeing him again as they took hurried steps towards him.

He smiled lightly, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes as he took a few steps towards them to close the gap and practically collapsed in their arms as they reached him.

Giyu inhaled the soft floral aroma that stained their yukata. He knew from the scent that they had been harvesting the lavender stalks and roses that grew in order to start their drying process.

His own arms embraced their frame as he nuzzled his face into their shoulder. Sapphire eyes became glossy with tears as he held them close.

“I’m home.”

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ᴡᴇᴡ ғɪʀsᴛ ғᴜʟʟ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏsᴛs (: sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏɪɴɢ s3 ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ!

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k1ttymichaelis · 2 years

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⋆˙⊹ ‘ Come ’

⋆˙⊹ Sebastian is your secret lover and your teacher! Fucking you in his office on breaks and stealing you from classes when you’re bored for a quickie!

warning: adult reader! adult language, adult themes, teacher/boyfriend, messy sex, unprotected sex.

✶ note: Sebastian x fem!reader

It would all usually start with him looking for you or seeing you through the window and you noticing him while he swifts his fingers back and forth in a ‘ Come ’ manner—other times he just has to summon you because you won’t turn around. After all, you didn’t feel him watching you; When you do, you usually just walk up to his office and lock the door behind you while looking at him, you always enter happy because you know that you are gonna be pleased for the rest of the day. And he always welcomes you with a smirk and chuckles because your smell is the smell he couldn’t possibly mistake for any other.

‘Ah, you noticed me this time’

Standing up and approaching you, he looked quite handsome in his attire, as he always does.

‘Ah yes, so what do you want to do? ‘

You looked up at his towering figure as a string from his glasses welcomed you, it was quite funny to see him think of things the two of you could do now since there was only a 15-minute countdown until the next class, so he was deep in thoughts as he needed to be quick.

‘Want me to ride you? ‘

The way his face brightened, like something in him clicked he nodded.

‘ Come here’

His voice lowly, picking you up in a swift motion, before throwing you over his shoulder while returning to his chair. He placed you down on the floor as he manspread for you to have a bigger surface to work on. Your leg hovered over his thigh as you tried to climb onto him

‘ Comfortable? ‘

Small nod and a smile reassuring him that you’re well are all you need to do, not mention how big his cock has got.

‘ Someone’s excited? Sir Michaelis, you couldn’t possibly be excited to see your student.’

You said as you heard him chuckle, the vibration transferring down his throat as you leaned under his chin and started kissing his neck and biting his beautiful smooth skin

‘ Only kidding ‘

you remarked as you continued, slowly rocking your hips back and forth feeling his erection on your folds and wanting him to be inside of you, but you’ve wasted five minutes already.

‘Hey, do you think I could ask your, chemistry professor, to borrow you for this one class? Do you think she’ll agree? ‘

He said as his long gloved hands slipped down your ass and squeezed it firmly.

‘Why? I don’t think she will’

You lifted your head looking him straight into his pretty demon eyes who shined a pretty bright red color, making you more aroused.

‘ I will not be able to restrain myself if you remain to ride me kitty’

He said in a rather worried manner as you allowed him to fall into deeper sin by kissing him, placing your hands on his shoulders slowly scratching the back of his head and intertwining your fingers in his hair while picking up the pace in your hips. You didn’t know what gave you the courage after what he said, honestly, you’re gonna get marked, plus you have no one to make the professor like you. The chemistry professor was in love with Sebastian, and she very much still is, but she doesn’t like the relationship between the two of you, since in her eyes the two of you were too close to each other. So either it was love or lust that took over your body, or it was Sir Michaelis doing some stuff to you, either way, you were very much attracted and wanted him to embrace you there.

‘Kitty, I don’t want you to get in trouble, allow me to ask her at least, I’ll be as immediate as possible, I’ll leave you a toy to play with until I come back ’

Sebastian sighed as he slowly pulled you out of the kiss and rummaged in the bag for a vibrator that you could play with while he is gone.

‘ Sebastian, I don’t want this, I want you to stay ‘

You meowed making it hard for him to go, and so he leaned in your neck and whispered

‘ When I come back, I want you on your knees, am I understood? Hm? ‘

His husky deep voice rang in your ear as you slowly hugged him with your back arched making him feel your breasts on his chest.

‘Kitty, get up ‘

He commands as he watched you rise from his lap and sit on the floor looking at him with your puppy eyes, hoping he wouldn’t leave.

‘ Stop that, you know I am doing this for you, now I want to hear you scream my name as you fuck this’

He said as he handed you the vibrator and clicked his fingers making the sounds go mute, the only person you could hear is him, and it did the same to him for you— A walk to the chemistry professor was quite bothersome and irritating for him, and so when he finally reached her classroom he had to put on his usual, handsome perfection face, and talk while using his manipulation powers— upon carefully observing the vibrator you understood how it worked and what to do, so one of your hands was slowly caressing your breasts while the other slowly placed the vibrator on your folds that begged for some kind of contact. The first time it entered you, you were quite scared you would moan because this time you were using this alone, and you were pretty clumsy. Sebastian on the other hand is very skilled with just about anything in life, and so with a little of his powers mixed up with his perfect looks, he got you out of the chemistry class successfully even though the only thing he could concentrate on were your innocent moans in the back of his head and his cock growing bigger. Although one moan especially stuck out to him, he was confused but then realized that he will beat some sense into you in this fifty minutes that y’all have and it was ‘ Why don’t you love me, Sebastian, ugh I want to suck your dick so mad ngh~ ‘ And he was fascinated by the tone you said that with, a needy moan that if he could, he would listen to all day every day. A light knock returned you to reality as you heard his chuckle outside of the door and then him entering, you already took your skirt off and were touching yourself, so your eyes shined when you saw him— however when he walked in he locked the door immediately and wasted no time and unbuckled his black shiny belt, sat on the sofa next to the desk while tapping his thighs making you come towards him

‘ Are you sure about what you last moaned out my dear? ‘

He said, his eyes darkened in lust as his voice became hot and low, you were faking that moan, you just wanted to make him want to fuck you already, or at least allow you to suck his pretty shaft.

‘Yes sir ‘

You meowed again, seeing him unzip his pants and free his dick from his pants as it had a bit of pre cum on it because of all the teasing you did

‘ Look at the mess you made, clean it up for me, will you? ‘

He said as he looked down at you while smiling and caressing your head

‘ Mhm, understood~ ’

Kitty licking the crown of his penis, you were looking him straight into his eyes, not breaking the eye contact. He allowed his head to lean on his fingers as he adjusted himself deeper into the sofa to get a better view of you. Chuckling at your teasing yet again, a free hand grabbed you by your hair and whispered

‘ None of that, I won't tolerate you teasing me ‘

And of course being the person you are, you didn’t listen to his words, and instead proceeded to lick him gradually as you started stroking his shaft as the free hand remained on his thigh, he was obliviously angry at your tease, and you could tell that the atmosphere has gotten a bit more intense and so he had to make sure you know who you belong to at the end of the day

‘ You like to disobey me don’t you? Well, let me see how long you’re gonna last. Get up’

Obeying him in instant, you noticed his hidden smirk, you knew that he liked to play like this, and you being a little brat only made it better for him

‘ Come on my lap, be in control today ‘

Oh those sweet words! Something you were longing to hear, you were almost too happy to sit on him, and he was getting impatient. You slowly hovered above his hard cock as you steadily took him in and grabbed his shoulders for support— Grabbing your hips when you finally sink him in, he wanted to be closer to you, so he moved his hips down a little to make you go deeper.

‘ You do the rest, and I will remain to touch you as I please, may I? ‘

He said in his provocative voice as he looked at you going up and down, waiting for your response

‘ Yes please’

A chuckle escaped his lips as he saw your lips part at his length, head falling back as your high hit you— Grabbing you by the back of your head, Sebastian couldn’t hold himself back as he started kissing you passionately, oh those sweet moans of yours, oh give him more, he wants more!

‘ Look at me and tell me that you like that ‘

He said as he kissed you down your neck, oh your smooth skin!

‘ Fuck yes, oh Sebastian, please don’t torture me like this! ‘

Oh how you fume him with those sweet innocent words and moves, nails digging into his coat as he started massaging your breasts feeling them, oh how would he like to suffocate in them! Your sweet back arched as you slammed yourself onto his shaft, bouncing on his erection like on a trampoline, your climax was close as he started kissing you again while his hands remained on your hips pressing you more onto him while you moaned louder and louder for him

‘ Hm? Are you cumming yet? Go on, make a mess ‘

His sweet caring words only seemed to turn you on more, because what more in life did you want than to bounce on Sebastian Michaelis’s dick. Going numb from the pleasure, you leaned on Sebastian as you hit your climax and came all over his dick, your pretty juices covering his pretty cock as the two of you tried to catch your breaths

‘ You’re always such a good girl for me, Kitty ‘

‘Sebastian, I don’t want to go to my classes, will you cover me up for today? ‘

‘Kiss me and I won't go to the remained classes either ’

He said in a commanding voice as he hugged you tight, and you raised your head and kissed him as you then allowed his tongue to explore the wet cavern, feeling a smirk form on his lips you broke the kiss to look at him

‘ Well, is that a yes? ‘

‘ It’ll be as you wish, my lady ‘

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maveras-posts · 1 year

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Dating DBD Ghostface

Been on a Ghostie ✨KiCk✨ lately so here we go:

Gonna be ✨HOnEsT✨ Danny is a very c h a o t i c boyfriend

He absolutely ADORES you he just has a hard time showing it sometimes

There is NVR a dull moment that is for sure

CONSTANTLY HYPER (I fear the day he tries✨ ReDbUlL✨)

Also is a CUDDLER! Whenever he comes home from “work” the first thing he does is sweep you up in his arms, ✨YEeT✨you on the bed, lay himself down on top of you, not even bothering to take off his Ghostface ✨ATTIRE😫

Also is Pan, he does not care about what his partner is

Also goes by any pronouns (Non Binary LEGEND)

Also stalks the HELL OUTTA you (If you’re somewhere most likely he is in the shadows🤷‍♀️)

Will call you randomly at 3AM (There won’t even be a reason)

Book dates are also a thing

Likes laying between your legs and read along with you (Will tap your leg to flip the page😭)

It goes to either side CHAOTICALLY (Either pulls you into his shenanigans or will cuddle with you in purr)

On that note don’t let him near your stove (It will get UGLY)

Also is high half of the time (It makes too much sense)

Also sounds just enough like Deadpool to scare you (They share the same ✨EnErGy✨)

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angelsbless · 1 month

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hi! i saw u taking requests so i wanted to ask if you could u do a lil one shot of ur first kiss with mash? •w•;;

Aww that's so cute, mash also is such a sweetheart. Here you go i hope you like it dear 🤍

Mash burndead x reader first kiss (one shot)

After a little while from dating mash and sharing warm hugs and holding hands together you two were making cream puffs in the kitchen after school.

You weren't excellent at baking, but you enjoyed cooking so mash was explaining to you the recipe because GOD he was born to be a baker for real.

You tried your best to understand his explanation but he wasn't being clear enough so you decided to just follow his steps.

You tried copying everything he was doing and made sure you were taking the correct measurements and adding the exact ingredients, you didn't pay attention to the surroundings because you were too focused on making your boyfriend proud by baking him the most delicious cream puff.

Mash was observing how concentrated you were and he thought that you were so cute, like SO DAMN CUTE! you + cream puff the best that he could want! Man was in heaven!His ears become a bit red and he was excited to taste your cream puffs.

His thoughts were interrupted by your soft voice calling his name "mash?" You were calling him in the sweetest tone giving him the most adorable look while being covered in flour.

Mash's exe has stopped working , he blushed like crazy " y-yes?" He said while covering his face with his hand. You walked to him with the plate of cream puffs in your hand. " I finally finished mash, let's try them together, i hope you like them. " You said then gave him that sweet smile of yours.

He tasted one of the cream puffs and it was so good and what made it better is that it was made by you, when he looked at you to compliment your job his heart raced like hell.

" it's goo-"

" mm mash it's yummy i never thought i'll make something this good."

you raised your sight only to see him blushing like a red tomato, "what's wrong mash?" You said softly not knowing that you're destroying this man and killing him from the inside with your sweetness, the way you just said that with some cream at the corner of your mouth made him crazy frr!

He grabbed your cheek softly and his other hand pressed your body against his, and grabbed your waist, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he was closing the distance, no, the millimeters separing you too, yet he stopped before touching your lips and asked

" can i ? "

You were blushing at his actions, he made you hella nervous yet in a good way.

" you don't need to ask dummy "

You said softly to him then felt his lips against yours, he kissed you gently until you were breathless and then said.

" i couldn't help it you looked so yummy ".

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eroticdarling · 2 months

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⭒-.⋆♡ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 — 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐

ᥫ᭡. 𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔

ᥫ᭡. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝟏𝟖

ᥫ᭡. 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — ♡ 𝑷𝒐𝒄.ᐟ𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ♡ 𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒙 ♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ♡ 𝑽𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡ 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 ♡ 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌 ♡ 𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡ 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌 ♡ 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 (𝑴𝒂 × 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 × 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 × 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔) ♡ 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡

Satoru woke up in the middle of the night with an erection. Now he needs help, and since he knows that his pretty girlfriend will help him with anything, you're on speed dial.

When you don't answer the first time, best believe he's calling you multiple times until you finally answer your phone.

"Hello?" You say groggy as you look at the time that reads three in the morning.

"Princess, help me real quick." Satoru's deep voice sounded as if he had just woken up as well.

"Satoru! What the hell do you want at three somethin' in the fuckin' morning?" You start getting somewhat irritated that your sleep was interrupted.

"Stop with the attitude and jus' help me out." He retorts back.

"With what?" You asked, now confused.

"I woke up rock hard and I need your help, ma." He answered.

"What do you want me to do about it?" You asked dumbfounded, not wanting to fix his situation.

"Jus' FaceTime me and keep talkin' baby," Satoru demanded already pushing the FaceTime button.

You answer his FaceTime call, already seeing him sitting up on the sheeted bed with his shirt off, revealing the man's toned abs as well as his long, thick hardness with a blushed tip dripping with precum being halfway in the camera.

His crystal blue eyes looked at you through the phone, which made you wet also seeing him put himself on display.

"C'mon pretty, be a good girl and prop your phone in front of you." He talked in such a deep but silk tone that was addicting to you.

Just hearing him like this was a one-way ticket into your panties, and he knew this just as much as you did, which made you not go against his demand and do exactly what he said.

You sat up wrapped around your blanket, covering your naked body while putting one of your pillows in the middle of the spot where you were sleeping, and then propped your phone there at a respectable angle so your boyfriend could get a good look at you.

"So now what?" You asked already knowing the answer.

"Don't play like you don't know," Satoru said, being sassy while growing impatient for you to give him what he wanted.

"Okay, okay." You say in defeat, uncovering yourself with your legs spread open, giving him the perfect view of your wet heat.

You put your index and middle fingers inside your mouth, giving it a thick coat of saliva before going down to your soft clit and lightly massaging it while maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend.

Your back arched while the feeling of your cold spit with a mixture of cold air touched between your legs delicately, giving you a delightful feeling.

"This is what you wanted, Toru~?" You asked as you touch yourself, already seeing his hand move up and down his dick with his ocean eyes focused on your movements.

"Y-Y'know what to call me." He stuttered as his hand moved in sync with yours at a fast pace.

"D-Daddy~" you moan out in a whisper, trying not to wake up your parents in the other room.

You then move your hand from your clit to your aching hole filling it up with both fingers and thrusting them inside you.

"Hmmm... I can't hear you." He bit his bottom lip as his eyes tried to close shut from the ecstasy he felt pumping himself harder to your pretty face and cunt.

"My parents—"

"I don't care— I jus' wanna hear you, ma— Please." He groaned, begging to hear you.

"F-Fuck— I-I want you, Daddy!" You moaned a bit too loud, but you didn't care cause you were already close to your orgasm by the way your fingers plunged deep into your warm pussy deliciously.

"M-mhm princess, tell me how much you want my c-cock to fill you up." His dick twitched at the sound of you and how your fingers went inside you.

"I-I want to feel your cock deep in me s' fuckin' bad." You beg for him as your fingers went as deep as they can go, your free hand grouping your breasts to receive more friction with the feeling of a knot tightening in your stomach.

Hearing you beg for him, Satoru's head fell back, putting his Adam's apple on full display as he stroked himself fast, then slow and back fast, edging himself with his teeth biting harder on his lip.

You couldn't take it anymore, the perfect view of your boyfriend beating himself to you, the groans he made as if he wanted the real thing, it was all too much for you.

"I have to cum Daddy~," you say as your legs jerked with every movement of your fingers while your body heat got hotter.

"C'mon, pretty girl, cum with daddy." He finally looks at you with half-lidded eyes.

The knot in your stomach felt like it was about to unravel and Satoru's cock was also twitching a few times indicating y'all were on the edge of your orgasms, but before you both could cum, you suddenly hear a knock at your door, which makes your heart drop.

It scared you to the point that you unintentionally hung up the phone with Satoru, then quickly put the covers over your head while kicking the pillow off the bed in the process.

Fully covered, you distinctively hear the door crack open for a few seconds before it quietly closes back, and then hear your parents' room door close.

You pull out your phone from under you and quickly text Satoru.

Y/N

One of my parents just came in to check on me.

I told you I couldn't be that loud!

My husband ᡣ𐭩

Oh well, I'm coming over anyway

Leave the window cracked open

Also, you'll have to make sure to be quiet while I stuff my dick in you, too 🤭💙

Y/N

Hurry up. It's open.

You roll your eyes with a blush across your face at his last comment as you get up from under the covers and go to the window to open it a bit for your boyfriend.

Laying back in bed, scrolling through social media, you wait patiently for Satoru to come so he can do what he said he was going to do.

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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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Kill for me

characters: Shuji Hanma x fem!reader

warnings: characters 18+; angst; smut; dark content; slight obsession; blood; brain matter; mention of the word rape(once); subtly implied the intention to rape(it does not happen); attempted kidnapping; use of a gun; murder; a bit of coercion under the influence of manipulation and love(idk); dead body; description of the dead body; sex in the proximity of said dead body; public sex; no protection; use of: princess, baby, slut; and if there is something else .. I lost it on the way - it’s Hanma, you get it.

a/n: no idea what i did here. the idea came to me and i ran along with it. it’s the first time writing something like this 👀 hope you’ll enjoy it!

thank you @iamthepotato for beta reading whatever this is 😂❤️ your hype and approval gets me going! 🔥

There was not a single pair of eyes that has not seen who you belong to.

There was not a single heart that did not tremble in fear at the name invisibly branded into your entire being.

They should know better than to look at you when HE does not allow them to.

They should know already that whenever you walk the streets of Tokyo, death follows.

Some still do not comprehend the danger in which they place themselves when trying to take something away from the man whose name is blessing your lips in the late hours of the night, when they try to destroy the man that has every single bit of his cursed soul embedded into yours, when they try to hurt the only person that represents the man’s anchor to reality. Rivers of blood will coat the concrete grounds of Tokyo, back-alleys filled with gruesomely eviscerated bodies of men that tomorrow will no longer be, a stream of murder and chaos following when even the tiniest, faintest sound of pain would dare leave the lips of his beloved.

And here you were.

Strands of hair falling quietly, carried to the ground by the faint gusts of a 2 AM wind soothing the ache which embraced a pair of bloodied knees, scars bound to adorn them by morning as a sign of fighting, opposing and surviving. Flashbacks from not even an hour ago rushed before your eyes, being dragged across the pavement by the same hair that was now still falling, remnants from the force exerted on it, knees scraping painfully to try and delay the man that has dared to take away HIS most precious possession. Skirt almost tore in half when trying to fight him off, a strap from the tank top completely ripped, exposing a part of your bare chest, material covering the skin just above the nipple.

Emptiness could be read in your eyes, head cocked to the side, absorbing with an unmatched hunger and satisfaction, lips curved upwards in a sickening smile, how the captor stared in horror at the person standing behind you. The same person that stopped him before it was too late - your legs parted, mind already at peace with what was about to happen, how this vile human being was going to destroy what was HIS for a simple reason: money.

“You came.” a breathless whisper rolled off your bloodied lips from when slapped in an attempt to be pushed into submission.

“Always for you.” the soothing voice of Shuji Hanma hugged all of the senses the man kneeling at your feet broke, piecing them back together bit by bit, back leaning into his chest in relief. “Pretty, broken baby.”

“Always on time.” you replied completely intoxicated with the scent of the man you adored beyond any reasonable explanation or figment of reality, humming in pleasure hearing a gun being cocked. “I love that sound.”

“I know, princess.” Shuji chuckled darkly, a shiver traveling along your body as he allowed the barrel to soothingly brush along one of the bruised arms, taking away any bit of pain you might have felt previously. “No one is allowed to live when they touch what is rightfully mine. My most prized possession.”

A soft gasp escaped into the air at the feeling of his slender fingers wrapping around your vulnerable neck, palm pressing carefully against the protruding veins in which the blood accelerated at such intimate touch - one of your favorite. There was no pressure under Shuji’s fingertips, protectively and possessively showing the man before him who you truly belonged to. Lips found purchase into one of the spots that always brought goosebumps to the surface, warm breath fanning behind your ear as slow, yet short, kisses were placed as they fell to the valley between the shoulder and neck, a quiet moan being released when he marked the sensitive skin.

Always intoxicating. Always capable of turning you into a puppet, tied with the strings he would so easily manipulate into having what was his dance by the rhythm of a song only Shuji could sing. You could barely remember the days before meeting him, when all but an innocent breath of a human being walked the streets of Tokyo in an attempt to find out who she truly was. There was no longer a vivid recollection of memories where he was not in them, where his whispers wouldn’t electrocute every single fiber of your being, where the burning touch of hungry fingertips wouldn’t unravel what was left of your old self, everything that had existed before him entering your life turning into a pile of ashes scattered into the wind. Life was nothing more than a token of love and respect you had placed into Shuji’s palms without a shadow of a doubt, handing the man the ability to use your existence as desired.

“P-p-please ..” the man weakly begged, head bowed while eyeing the ground. “I-I .. I had no .. no idea s-she was .. yours.”

“Everyone knows.” you growled, body pushing even more into Shuji’s chest for security and comfort, denying the feral urge to rip the man’s head off with your bare hands. “He’s mine and I’m his.”

“And she loves me .. OH!” Shuji dramatically waved the gun into the air before pointing it at the man. “.. so damn much she’ll kill for me. Right, baby?”

Hand still locked around your throat, fingers burning into the skin as his teeth bit onto the earlobe causing you to moan right before the man that was shivering in fear. Well aware of how damp your panties were from this mere gesture, thighs rubbed against each other in search of the friction that could bring only a small amount of relief compared to the man that owned you, the man you so desperately adored with every fiber of your being.

“Yes.” you breathed out, ass grinding against the growing erection in Shuji’s pants as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat.

“If you kill him for me ..” Shuji rasped into your ear, maliciousness dripping down that sinful tongue only you knew what was capable of. “.. I’ll reward you.”

Jolts of madness rushed from each extremity and right into the brain, the word “reward” causing your fingers to wrap around Shuji’s wrist, gliding softly along each bone and vein until they reached the cold metal of the gun. Gust of wind carried the laugh filled with evil and danger that was released into the air, breaking the silence formed between the three people about to be involved in a murder. Without second thoughts, you grabbed the gun, being the first time pointing it at a person with the intent to kill.

To kill for the man you love.

To kill for HIM.

What was more poetic than that? Every thread of rationale being laced with all the praise and maniacal affection you were going to receive after all was said and done. Every single cell in your body intoxicated with the power Shuji Hanma exuded. He was capable of bringing out of you the deepest darkness one could have, desiring to taste blood on your lips, yearning to feel the power of having the hand that held life and death over a person, mind obsessing constantly into a destructive loop that proved beyond any reasonable doubt that you were fully dedicated to him - a token of a poisoned love no one was capable of understanding.

“P-please ..” the man that tried to destroy you pleaded for mercy. “I-I will .. never .. never .. touch you ag-”

Before the sentence could even be finished, a whole was carved into his forehead, bullet plunging deeply through the flesh and bone, piercing a brain that was no longer able to ever plan a kidnapping or rape. The closeness with which the shot was taken had small droplets of blood coating your face and torn clothes, trickling down the man’s forehead, making their way along his face as the body dropped on the side, lifeless and not missed by anyone.

Power surge engulfed all of your senses, goosebumps filled the skin as a malicious grin split your face, a high never felt before from any drug coursing through the body as the gun was still resting in the hand that took a life. Tongue darted out, licking along the curvature of your lips, metallic taste coating every single taste bud as you finally acquired a new taste - blood.

“That’s my pretty, broken baby.” Shuji praised, hand releasing your throat to take the gun away while with the other hand you were spun around, golden eyes flashing dangerously into the night before his lips captured yours into a searing kiss, him humming at the new taste coating your mouth.

Still caught into a power trip, mind racing a thousand miles per minute, replaying the way you mercilessly fired the gun, the trajectory of the bullet moving into slow motion before your eyes, blood splatter and a last breath painting the picture perfect of a scene that has earned you the much deserved reward. Reality abruptly came to life the moment slender fingers tugged at what was left of the material of your tank top, ripping it apart in one swift movement, allowing your breasts to spill and bounce playfully. Perked up nipples hardened when being pinched and pulled at, a sinful moan splitting into the air feeling Shuji’s hands kneading at the soft flesh, knee parting your legs.

“Be a good girl for me.” Shuji purred into your ear, giving a sharp slap to your right breast that caused another moan to be released, getting drunk on the pain and pleasure mixing together. “I promised a reward, didn’t I?”

His voice rasping closely to your skin was enough to push you into the usual submission, bending obediently over the car’s hood and spreading your legs even wider than he initially did. One of his hands ripped off the already torn skirt along with the pair of lacy thongs you always wore for him, throwing them on the ground, glistening cunt exposed for everyone to see if passing by. The other hand came down abruptly, wrapping around the back of your neck and being forced to look directly at the lifeless body all laid out on the concrete. Blood in the process of drying out along with the harsh slap Shuji inflicted on your bare ass allowed for a high pitched moan to erupt yet again.

“That’s my good girl.” Shuji chuckled, viciousness slipping along the length of his tongue as he released his cock from the tight confinement of his pants. “Getting all wet and excited killing for me.”

“Shu-Shuji .. p-pleaseeee ..” you moaned feeling his veiny length rubbing in between your puffy folds, coating itself in dripping arousal.

Without any warning, his grip tightened around your neck while the other hand pressed onto the waist, grounding you completely to the hood of the car before plunging into your wet cunt and bottoming out completely. The scream erupting from the back of your throat had Shuji laughing, gummy walls clenching tightly around his cock from the overstretch. It was always a dizzying sensation, mind thrown in complete disarray as he mercilessly pounded into you as if being his last day alive - finally being inside of you after such a long, tedious event being the only downfall he would accept.

Strings of curses and whimpers intertwined into the chilly air, slipping past blood coated lips that knew nothing else than endless pleasure, both losing into the way Shuji’s thick, veiny cock dragged along your welcoming heat. He lost himself into you the same way you were unraveling on the hood of his car, inhibitions nowhere to be found, pebbled nipples grazing against the metal, each friction adding even more to the arousal of being fucked by the man that owned you completely, in a space where everyone could see.

“So fucking .. tight!” Shuji grunted, setting a merciless pace, the lewd squelching of your pussy turning one of the most powerful men you have ever laid eyes on into a slack-jawed mess - pupils blown with lust watching how your cunt was sucking in his slick coated cock.

Calloused hand moved from the waist to grip the flesh of your thigh, fingers hungrily dipping into the skin before Shuji pulled your leg up, pressing it into the hood. Nails dug into the paint, chipping it away slightly as the new angle allowed him to drill even deeper into the mess your cunt turned into. Neck being released from the deathly grip, Shuji’s fingers found purchase into your hair, pulling at it without a care in the world as a few bones could be heard cracking the moment he managed to arch your body as he pleased.

“Such a fucking slut.” he cooed, teeth digging into the sensitive skin coating your neck, a pleasured scream erupting as his pace never let up, cock shaping up your insides into its form, repeatedly hitting that, oh, so sweet spot. “Getting off when I fuck you next to a dead body where everyone can see.”

The shameless moan slipping past your lips was immediately accompanied by eyes slipping into the back of your head, Shuji’s hips rolling at the perfect angle, skins slapping against each other into one of the most pornograhpic scenes one could witness. Maybe it was the effect of his words, maybe it was the power trip in which you still bathed, maybe it was the way he fucked himself into you as if being his own personal little toy, or maybe it was all of the above but your pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that Shuji let out a hiss and landed another harsh slap on the sensitive flesh of your ass.

“I-I’m gonna ..” you choked out, words unable to find their way out as his grip intensified into the hair, pulling you even harder towards him until not even the air was able to be allowed in or out.

“Make a mess on my cock.” Shuji growled, half-lidded, golden eyes flashing with lust at the delicious white ring formed at the base of his cock. “My pretty, little slut.”

High pitched moans ringed into the air, eyes lost all the way into the back of the head as you came under his command, allowing to let yourself go and let that coil snap, your entire body shivering violently as the climax almost pushed his cock out. Letting your body fall forward against the hood, a babbling mess, words that made absolutely no sense being thrown out, Shuji chased his own release that came in no more than two strong thrusts. Hands gripping tightly your already bruised waist, nails digging crescents into the skin, he stilled inside of your abused pussy, white ropes of cum painting your walls beautifully.

Pulling out with a soft pop, chest heaving and breaths coming in uneven waves, Shuji bent down, lips smacking a kiss on the left ass cheek while the right one got a bite mark to last for days. You could not even react to the pain, trying to catch what was left of your breath, feverish skin being soothed by the metallic coolness of the hood.

“Keep it in, baby.” Shuji sweetly said, two fingers gathering the cum that was already dripping out of your spent cunt and pushing it back in. “Yeah?”

“B-but you destroyed my panties.” you pouted, head lifting and turning to look at the man that was sporting a delicious smirk, clenching in an attempt to keep it all in.

“I’ll buy you others.” Shuji replied amused, shirt coming off his body before pulling you off the hood. “Don’t I always?”

“Mhm.” you hummed pleased, oversized shirt dressing the bare body littered with past love bites, doe eyes meeting his with hope and want. “Did I make you proud?”

“You did, princess.” Shuji answered with a grin, both admiring the masterpiece sprawled on the concrete in a pool of blood and brain matter. “You killed for me.”

And you’d do it all over again.

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