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Hihi! Couldn’t find if there was a cut off date, but if I’m not too late can I request Luffy (and Zoro) for 26, Ace and 21, or Nami and 25 (reader on top). Happy October!

Sure thing! Sorry this took so long though I'm glad to finally get around to it 😅

Day 21: Public Sex

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

You'd be surprised to know that this actually wasn't his idea at first.

Sure, he'd love to indulge you with teasing whether it be warm sugary kisses in passing while going through with your duties on the Moby dick, the lingering embraces that would last a few moments too long that'd earn wolf whistles and face reddening (mostly on him) comments that'd get you to to break and continue on whatever you were previously doing, or just the simple yet playful slaps on the ass that never fails to get the most cute yelps from the either of you whose on the receiving end that's usually always followed by a challenging glare to indicate the start of your playful 'game' that usually ends crowded up in a closet or vacant room somewhere going about it like rabbits.

Those were one thing, Ace thinks to himself, but this... in the middle of a crowded bar, filled to the brim with his Division roaring in song with their shanties and drink like they're the Red Haired crew over their hard victory over the marines, you sat on his lap as if he were nothing but a chair with tankard in hand singing along like nothings afoot while underneath the cloth of the table his buried balls deep inside you ...this is entirely next level.

He tries his best to keep a straight face for his crew but it's definitely hard as you shift and sing along to the Division's broken tune making every possible move you can make to grind down and squeeze around his cock you can, giving him the most conniving side eye glances as when the Division's the loudest and most distracted you full out bounce back on his cock a few times that gets the most ear pleasing growled out curse from him he stiffles under his breath as he presses his forehead against your back/in the crook of your shoulder (depending on your height)

Your hips grind and churn against him so nicely he swears he has to hold all self control not to let his entire body combust into flames, instead his hands abandon his hold on his drink to sloppily set it down on the table to slip under the table cloth to clutch onto your hips - trying his best to control your rhythm so he doesn't lose his fucking mind.

"You what you're fucking doing to me," He utters barely above a whisper but loud enough for you to hear, the desperation in his voice encourages a giggle from you.

"I thought you could take the heat?"

"Not when the heat fucking squeezes up my dick so fucking good like this," You quickly but smoothly, not to bring any attention, set down your drink to swoop down and hold at his hands. They're so warm as if they could literally turn into flames at any moment but they feel so good as you maneuver them down the skin of your thighs only inches above where your pants are pulled down so that he has excess to your hole and your sex in the first place. He touches you so nicely it makes your brain dizzy as his fingers move on their own to clasp around your pleasure making you have to bite at the inside of your cheek to keep your noise in.

"What? Can't take the heat?" He mocks your previous words. "Shut up."

Eventually, after a backwards and forwards cat and mouse game of teasing you both find yourself both at the breakage of your ends, both warm at the face and facade presented for the rest of your crew slowly bit by bit breaking.

Still no one has yet noticed - or at least they're choosing not to say anything as the continue on with their loud shanties and story tellings. Meanwhile you have to hide the fact that the bite down on your palm is the only thing keeping your whimpers and moans quiet and as for Ace, well at least with his narcolepsy he has an excuse to have been face first in your back/shoulder for so long - when in actuality he's breathing so heavy you'd think he's been running a marathon as he heaves warm breath across your weight accompanied by the most adorable low whines and whimpers of your mumbled name spoken under his breath like a mantra.

Thankfully its the loudest the bars been the moment when Ace comes - if it weren't for the sudden combustion of loud thunderous roaring laughter that followed with Deuce getting an entire barrel cask of whiskey dunked on him (poor guy) then the practically screamed out moan of your name could've easily been heard the moment his cock explodes his scolding come inside you, it also covers the sound of your other fist you weren't biting onto for dear life violently slams down on the table as you are seconds to follow as the filling of being so suddenly filled to the brim makes you death clench onto his prick as you come yourself light headed.

After everything calms down you don't even want to think of the mess that resides below the table cloth and the beat up material of the booth Ace sits himself on. You can't help but to squirm as the feeling sets in of the hyperawares of all the come stained on your thighs and dripping down your legs.

Oh this was going to be a bitch to cover up.

But you're dragged out of your thoughts as a hand finds its way to tug at your chin to pull you into a very sloppy kiss. Your body twists to accommodate him and your arms wrap around his neck to further melt yourself into it, seeping in as much afterglow as you can without it being too... obvious.

...which fails.

"Hey you two! Maybe save it for when you can get a room!" A voice cracks up over the bar and immediately you two separate with sinking gut feelings.

"Yeah! Or else we're get a show out of it!" Another teasingly cracks up roaring the entire bar in further laughter, you and Ace just both side eye each other nervously with a fake nervous chuckles to go along with the joke as you both can obviously feel come further dripping down both of your skin.

Ace's face flushes a hot red as a frown adorns his face he just hides by ducking back into your back/your shoulder while you try and unnoticeably pull up back your pants after pulling off of your boyfriend who only leaks more onto the cheek of your ass and with a quick kick to his ankle you encourage him to do the same by pulling himself back into his pants.

At least if you were further caught at this point you both wouldn't be exposed... now comes the next struggle how the hell are you both getting back to the ship undoubtedly with your clothes stained unnoticed?

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Can I ask with obi wan with 27, 18, or 21 please? Thank you bunches 🌟💞

OH HERE WE GO!!!! My inner obi wan fucker has been waiting so long for space Jesus of my heart to come home 😭 sorry this took so long! Also note: anon corrected for 27 to be obi wan receiving in another ask so that's what I write here! Also there's like... plot here and I didn't know how to end it so here you go anyway 🧎🏻‍♂️

Day 27: Hair pulling

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"(Name)!" He calls out as he swiftly follows your trail, a deep ache swelling at his forehead in frustration. "(Name), we really should be heading back where Senator Amidala-"

The jedi drifts off his thought the moment a certain flash of his former padawan crosses his mind and how, even before you had drug him out on his venture, he had been tip toeing around the Senator for the entirety of this exsort mission to get her to a very important meeting on this planet you currently find yourself on.

"-before Anakin does anything further foolish... which left to his own devices is a guaranteed to happen if we don't get back! (Name)!"

With a pinch the the bridge of his nose, actually thinking about it further, he didn't know exactly what was with the lingering glances with the awkward 'flirting' or the eye rolling gentle smiles tangled in between that Padme gives him, and both thinking they're being 100% discreet about it. Whatever, Obi wan sighs to himself, if you pretend not to notice then you're not obligated to do anything about it. Besides, seeing his brother-in-arm's act like a love sick puppy can be entertaining at times - even if it can and has plenty of times clouded his judgment and led to... not the best of decisions. Anyway, he shakes himself out of his head to refocus on searching for where the possible hell you could of gotten yourself into; closing his eyes for the briefest of moments to reach through the Force to search for any sort of response from you in return.

He gets nothing. Odd, you couldn't have possibly gotten yourself in that much trouble have you? While the council did suggest Anikain and himself to go see the Senator to her meeting but they suggested taking you and your padawan as well given the planet you were on being fairly new to the Republic with agreements and settlements not being as strong yet from what he could tell from the time the ship arrived here to the way to the capital city, at least from the readings and feelings he could get a grip on the people here were very civil. Of course most civilizations can seem that way at first, there's a criminal underbelly to every planet no matter how much said planet's fundings go to cover it up - it'll always be there with a certain hunger. The jedi shakes his head of his thoughts. Possibly he's just thinking way too much into it, even so if you got into trouble you are a jedi just as him and he knows your capabilities to take care of yourself... but still... he needs to make sure you're alright and you two need to return to Anikin and Padme.

He ducks and hovers around each marble corner he finds himself shuffling around the further he forges his way deeper into the capital, undoubtedly he's in restricted areas now but something in his gut tells him you most likely would've made your made through here somewhere if that were the fact. He curses under his breath, watching as guards walk pass seemingly not even bother to notice him from behind the pillars a foot behind them. The jedi takes a look at his limited options;

A. Shoot straight ahead across the foyer to the hall ahead with the very high threat of the armed guards catching him.

B. Dip around the nearby corner into what he peaked to be the guard barracks and risk stealing a uniform with also the very high threat of armed guards catching him.

C. Quote he recalls from Ahsoka: "'Yolo' it."

All these options weren't exactly 'good' if he gets in an unnecessary fight here it could be potentially put not just himself but you, Anikin, and the Senator in unnecessary danger but if he's wrong and these are just innocents just defending their capital building... why couldn't you both just stayed with the Senator as planned? Let her attend her meeting then you could've been back home at the Temple safe and sound and he could actually get his work done early for once.

With a deep sigh and closing of his eyes, Obi wan braces himself for his next sudden movements - either quickly dash to the other side of the foyer or quickly sneak into the barracks room... however he doesn't get that chance as immediately and unexpectedly he sudden finds himself jolted forward and rapidly yanked backwards.

When the jedi can finally feel himself breath again he's staring at the pale marble ceiling, however, his surroundings are very much less extravagant as the rest of the capital has been such far. A quick snap of a door thundering shut claps his ears before he winces his eyes open to see you peering down at him.

"I didn't break your back or anything, did I?"

"No," He grogs. "-but I think you at least might've sprained something." He means it in a teasing way but is quick to correct himself when he sees your expression morph into a worried one.

"I'm fine, honestly. Though you could've at least give a man a warning before you toss him back first into a room with the Force first. I am rather quite delicate." You roll your eyes with a; "Sure you are." before standing to your feet with a loud knee cracking pop before holding out your hand to help the man up and letting him finally get a better look of the small room you found yourselves in.

It was a security room with a large desk at the furthest back wall of the room accompanied by many projector screen monitors that showed every room of the capital, including one at the center that showed the large meeting room where Obi wan could easily spot where Padme was at the large center table and with Anikin only a few feet from behind the large chair she sat. At least they were okay while he was gone, that takes some ease off his shoulders. The jedi turns back over to you where your eyes didn't meet the screens but at the desk below it, pressing buttons and looking through the countertops built in screens.

"So, are you going to explain what in the blazes you're doing here?"

"I got bored and decided to look around." Look around? Look around?!

"(Name)! We're here to see Senator Amidala on a diplomatic mission not some snooping sightseeing tour!"

"Annnnd we did, she's right there doing her Senator thing." You point off to the direction of the meeting room monitor. "Besides Anikin's with her, she's fine."

"This isn't about - what are you doing?"

"Looking for footage from when we landed in the bay."

"Why?" You pause for a brief moment before turning your head to give him a sincere look.

"I thought I felt something... odd when we landed and I wanted to check if I could see anything that could've been responsible for that." Felt something? Obi wan thinks back from only a few hours ago when the Senator's ship landed, he didn't feel anything out of the sort with the Force? Could you have felt something he didn't? He frowns at the thought but shakes his head.

"You could've at least told me this before just running off."

"Well I didn't know if I was imagining it or not and I didn't want to drag you into anything if it didn't mean anything. But I just had to see if it did..."

"So you sneak off into a capital's security room all by yourself just to prove yourself that?"

"I didn't-" An amused chuckle cuts you off before your surprised by the sudden clasp to your face. "Honestly, between you and Anikin I'm not sure what I'll do with you... however, you're a lot more tolerable at times with your shenanigans than he is."

You stand there for a few moments leaning into his touch before he even has realised he's done so for so long - pulling back and clearing his throat. "You should - go on and check it." He utters out. You give a nod before turning back and fiddling around with the small computer scrolling through records of past recordings throughout the last few hours from location to location until finally you settle on the exact one when you first arrived on the Senator's ship in the loading bay at front of the capital walls.

With a few buttons presses the recording flickers as the largest projection on screen as you both examine the footage for more details. Over and over the clip repeats: the ship lands, the Senator is escorted off followed by you, Obi wan, and Anikin, the Senator is greeted by the planet's royal advisor, and then your group is seen into the capital's gate. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"When did you feel it?" Obi wan asks.

"The moment we got off the ship." You watch as the man subconsciously reaches to twirl at his ginger mustache in thought. "It couldn't be the advisor, not if she were that close for you to feel it and neither me or Anikin didn't."

"There's nothing else here. Damn, maybe it wasn't near the capital at all? A disturbance somewhere else but why did only I pick up on it?"

"Maybe it was only so brief it ended before it could?"

"That doesn't exactly make me feel better."

"Neither for me either, but there are no leads here to be found or else we would've seen them by now."

A defeatful look merges across your face, a look that hurts Obi wan as you vert from his gaze and continue staring blanky at the screen before you - still playing that repeating clip. His eyes catch the door only a few feet away then back to you, an idea while probably not the... most appropriate in mind especially given circumstances, however, he can't help the fact that deep down in his gut that tells and orders him order to do at least something.

...

Alright, when he meant something he didn't exactly intend... this.

What he meant was nothing more but a simple kiss - brushing your hair back and letting his lips melt into yours to ease at your sweltering woes and to comfort you so that you two could sneak back off to the main hall to wait for Padme and Anikin to come back from the meeting and possibly settle this whole disturbance in the Force matter for when you head back to the Temple to talk it over with the council.

...not humping at each other like dogs.

Your legs hoop over his hips as he has you pinned down onto the desk below, encouraging each and every one of his rough uneven thrusts he pounds into you with the steady rocking of your calves and ankles into his lower back and only inches above his ass. Bite marks tattoo your entire neck and collar bone as his ravishes you, the tickling bristle of his facial hair leaving a constant tickling trail with every path his takes of your body with his mouth.

Your head rolls back as far as it can with you lying back on the desk - if you weren't neck deep in pleasure you would've actually give a damn about the poor bastard whose going to have to work in this space next after your done with it - his name comes out in strained breathy whimpers followed with each and every movement he roughly make into you.

Your hands travel up from his shoulders up into now messy, soaked in sweat, ginger locks as he pulls up from your chest to look down at you. He doesn't say anything but with the glazed over stare and the heavy weight you see between his lips it tells you all it needs to as you take in his handsome face for just a few moments before suddenly your grip that is intertwined with his gorgeous hair suddenly tightly a great fold as you yank his head harshly back that snaps out the most music to your ears higher pitched whine that if you hadn't known has been his kink ever since he was way younger with longer hair (ep2) that you could've sworn he had just to have begging be pulled, you wouldn't have ever suspected such a sound from General Kenobi. It actually makes you a bit giddy.

Of course it's a lot shorter now, so a bit less to have work with but it'll have to do what you can make do work as you tug and pull on medium hair length to have his head exactly where you want it and so you can milk the slight hisses sounds of pleasured pain as you drag him to the edge mixed in with his still continued pounding to your hole.

"D-Darling," He utters out, without a doubt closing in on his end but so were you. With a sudden tug you pull him forward so his lips can meet your own, your grip still secure on his hand but every once and awhile you let your palms mess around bout in it taking in all of its softness as well.

"-close, very close." Through gritted teeth he hisses out. Your chest heaves as you watch as bit by bit he breaks closer and closer towards his end in front of you, a smile finds a way to your face as you nod along telling him of your closure too.

When he does come it's as with every last bit of strength you have left to keep your body somewhat upright its to pull his hand back as hard as you can only increasing the volume of his climax further as his pleasure leaks hot onto the skin of your thighs before immediately he finds himself thrown over you, barely able to keep himself lifted as his hands pin at the sides of your body - meanwhile your body just completely jellos back onto the desk as your bones just melt.

From his place above you it takes Obi wan a good long several moments to recollect himself, his whole body layered it a visible coat of sweat and ginger hair in an absolute mess as you 'evidence' of your treatings of him, with a deep sigh and clearance of his throat he finally speaks.

"You know, this isn't exactly what I had planned for today but frankly... I'm fine with it. Better than hearing council meetings drivel on for a hour on end." You can't help but stiffle a chuckle.

"Don't let Anikin hear you say that."

"Oh I'm sure he'd agree with me, even with Padme or not he's the one that's stuck in there."

"Well lucky for us then."

"Lucky for us then." The jedi repeats, scooping a hand through his sweaty hair back to further refined himself back more as pushing himself off the desk. "Let's get cleaned up and head back out to the entrance hall, the meeting should be done momentarily."

It's when you watch him get redressed your mind wonders a bit... deep in your heart you desire to soak yourself in this moment you have together with him just a bit everso more but then of course you remember, this isn't... this isn't as deep even though your heart deeply wants it to be. You both live by the code and you both knew it. Even if your heart screams and demands for it, you push it away. This is nothing but. Besides with both being jedi it wasn't like you didn't 'see' each other, you were trained up together and worked together often it just wasn't what you deeply wanted it to be. And you keep telling yourself that's for the best.

"(Name)?" He calls out to you by the door after your cleaned off and redressed, you shake your thoughts out of your own head.

"You alright? If it's because the disturbance matter we'll-"

"Nope, everything's fine. Let's go, sneaking back should be... tricky with all the guards." His eyes flicker about your face but he lets it go. "It should be fine as long as we're not careless." He cracks open the door.

"Together?" You offer him a smile.

"Together."

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Hi Moosh!

Can I make a request for some DMC Vergil content for Kink-tober?

#31: Consensual aphrodisiac use (Vergil receiving)

#4: Heat

#23: Mutual masturbation

Sorry given the schedule change this took so long but anyway hope you enjoy... I think I maaaay have gone a bit to horny with the idea sub!Vergil in this scenario 😅

Day 31: consensual aphrodisiac use

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Vergil likes taking challenges, he likes personal improvement and proving himself capable, even in his older age, that he can keep up and keep passing himself - no matter what the set target skill is he will surpass himself no matter what.

...that is how he finds himself responsible for the predicament he has currently set himself in; face hot and sweat as slivery hair practically clings to his forehead, his eyes are tear shot yet they're strained as they just about rolled back into his skull as your hand presses him face first into the battered mattress below, his hands sprouting into devilish claws shredding the sheets below him... a very much different sight to behold compared to when you had begun; when Vergil, neatly prim and proper as always, is who first suggested trying out the small blue bottle he held in his hand, which it in itself surprised you, given what the contents of rose colored liquid contained within... it's origins and exactly how and where you obtained such a demonic aphrodisiac a long complex in itself best to left in the dark, but what catches you off guard most about it is the moment when he downed it himself, cocky grin just radiating that Sparda trademarked confidence as he licked at his lips at the rosy leftovers dripped from his lips and already tugging off his vests followed by a cheeky flick of pointer and middle fingers luring you over to test and see what you could do.

Vergil on the other hand didn't expect it to be so... effective. During he's traveling days he's messed with relics and spells with similar effects all in the motivation of his curiosity of his research but nothing really have much effect on him than just the subtle flushing of skin or briefest of erections but this to Vergil was certainly... different. No matter what he can do there's this sense of burning shuddering all throughout his core pumping into him constantly making him aware of just every single part of him that can only be relived by your hands on his skin, your touch, even if normal circumstances he won't admit to it out loud of bring so touch starved now its multiplied a hundred fold but now he's not afraid to admit out loud as he practically is sobbing out for you to touch him everywhere.

His brain is practically fired as you rest over top of him, the skin on skin contact of your chest pressed up against his back and you're sweet warm kisses and bites litter his shoulders and neck with every move you make of you fingers thrusting right into him hitting his sweet spot over and over where your practically abusing it gets him screaming underneath you. Your other hand that isn't occupied with his hole leaves the son of Sparda's messy hair to travel down his back and then around his waist to reach between his legs and inch slowly towards his cock, which amusedly he doesn't seem to notice until his whole body jerks up with a loud hissed out curse than evolves into a sobbed out groan when immediately your head leaves his twitching prick to shove him back down into the mattress where you had him - with a bunch of jumbled apologies you just know if Vergil was in unhorny sober state of mind he would be practically cringing to hear himself utter, which you take pity on him and return with going right back to wrapping your fingers around his begging cock.

"You're doing so good," Your voice sounds so heavenly above him each word he clings onto with each pump your fist, already wet with his leaking arousal, he feels so spoiled. "Do you think you can come, just like this?" You ask with an extra prominent thrust of your fingers pressed right against the sweet spot of his hole. It takes a whole lot of of him to get out his answer but you patiently wait on him.

"Y-yes." He practically wheezes out, not giving a damn about the flashes of intrusive thinking of how pathetic and small he must look right now. Suddenly a sweet kiss is up against his lips before you show him a tender smile. "Good, I'm glad." His heart flutters in his chest as he looks back at you, almost deer in headlights like before everything cutting off the moment you start fucking harder into him.

It turns incoherent, whimpers and cries of curses mixed with your name but nothing exactly tangible besides the noises encourage to go on - harder, deeper, faster, anything to bring him to that end and the second he does he almost triggers completely with how the sudden compulsion of air radiates him with light blue demonic embers catching the air, but in the end he doesn't and manages to hold on - though with claws instead where human and should be finally pushing along the final stretch to decide that you definitely need a new mattress after this.

Still the burning scorches his being although not as much as his climax drips from his cock onto ruined sheets, giving him a brief nice cooling period before he ultimately gathers himself (well, at least best he could) to look back at you. You give him a cheeky grin as you pull out of him.

"I think I win that one." This earns you a genuine round of laughter from your love, him pushing him up a bit to rest him on his knees.

"Oh... is that what you think?" You're eyes flicker over and around to inspect your work.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I think so."

"How long did you say it'd last?"

"A good several hours, give or take." The son of Sparda give you a subtle nod before immediately tricking over and pushing you down on your back, your wrists pinned and his face still red and siam with sweat only inches away from yours as his hair falls down to tickle your forehead and his conniving smirk oh so prevalent.

"Then I think we have plenty of time to make up this score."

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Hi moosh! Could I ask for dmc vergil: 4, 19 reader receiving, 7?

Sure thing, hope you enjoy this one!

Day 4: heat

CW: I don't take A/B/O dynamics requests but since I've seen plenty other other fellow dmc writers on tumblr write that demons go through heats and the monster fucker part of me is at least on board with that much but not delving any further this is the closest to A/B/O that I'll write. So if this type of writing makes you uncomfortable please don't read the following! Otherwise I hope it came out okay.

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Cat like, if you had to put it in words, was what you would say to describe him before you. From side to side his tail flickers, crackling and tearing bits of the carpet from the floor underneath you the bed below with the spikes and other demonic shapes that align it. Your chest heaves in and out as he crawls closer to you on the bed, massive hulking form looming over top of you that you almost rattle in fear at the demon before you before you have to physically remind yourself that it's him.

This is Vergil before you. This thought eases you.

Even behind the dark cat-like pupils that dart around your naked as if this were the first time he were doing so all over again - that even with the demonic blue snake/lizard features you could still see the humanity shine through. This makes you heart sing as your hands reach out to him once he's situated above you.

For a few moments he stops, his eyes read shock as your gentle hands feel upon his scaly flesh of his cheeks but soon immediately after he purrs into your touch, the softness of the pads of your fingers feel so nice and radiating with nothing but love alone.

His. You were his.

Yours. He was yours.

His demon cries at him this. He must show you.

With the most delicate touch, Vergil holds you down in such a way that even in the mushy senses of his mind of his season his demon had brought him into he see makes sure that nothing to sharp of him clings onto your body - one wrong move is all it would take to accidentally hurt you after all. He makes sure his hold onto you is with nothing but the palms of his scaly hands and nothing else and that when he kisses you it's either just bumps to your face where you could kiss along his jagged mouth or it's nothing but tongue. Deep part of him moreover prefers the later so his tongue can reach the more deep points inside you.

No matter how much he could possibly prepare you it's going to hurt when he enters you, before hand telling you this over and over and with his heat he might not be thinking clearly and accidentally might fo something the wrong way to hurt you which you're quick to shut him up by over reassuring him your trust in him and ability to take it as long as he's there to support you through it... that touched more than he thought it would. But when he finally able to enter you, the head of his prick soaked with as much as it could possibly be in preparation and the obvious size difference flushed against you're hole. Even through the fucked out haze of his demon mixed with previous orgasms before finally getting to this step he just couldn't help but feel the sudden familiarity of fear course through him. Was this a terrible idea? Was he really going to hurt and loose someone he really grew to cared about and break so many walls of trauma and trust issues with just because of some sort of demonic primal urges? Was he-

Your tiny human hand is so overwhelming to the inhuman fist that wraps around it. You squeeze onto him. Your smile is wide and your eyes so gentle. He doesn't even feel the blue sparks that shine him and faze down to his neck, exposing you fully to that sudden vulnerability of tears flooding from the corners of human eyes.

"Go slow okay? I want to feel every moment of it."

Your hand reaches up to caress white whips of hair and to comb it back to it's normal swept back shape, this makes your lover look down and realize his partial triggered shape. For a soft brief moment his distress shifts into the smallest of smiles. How ridiculous he must look to you right now, human head on demon body.

He melts into that human kiss, seconds for fizzing back to his full triggered form as he grips tightly to the security of his hand as he slowly with the smallest traces of his hesitance left goes to align himself with you, deep breaths that in this form almost resembling deep growls before slowly but surely with the smallest movements of his hips he let's himself go as inch by inch slowly burns it's way inside you.

He does hurt, just like you both figured, but that doesn't matter as you both fight together it lips (or just pressing jagged front into yours the best he has to resemble a kiss in Vergil's case) meshed together. But in between the deep grunts and moans as you two collide together, it's funny how neither of you realize the moment he's in the most he can reach until you're ripping away from the kiss to scream out in pleasure as you arch back coming immediately the moment he hits you in the deepest spot humanly possible.

Looking between you at the noticeable spot that tip of him inside is... quite the sight. And even past that you're barley a few inches on him but it's clear that the furthest you can go on it. You looked back you to Vergil barely able to contain your giggles mixed with your uneasy breathing that you moan and try your best to thrust your hips down on him to encourage him to do something. Which something, after eyeing you for a few long extra moments, he definitely does.

100% your body is spoiled for any other partner.

Almost every thrust he makes makes you come over and over and over again. Your hands are alone left functioning to cling onto the rough edging of his horns as you tug and encourage every move. Vergil's tail is the only thing that holds you up, too scared his claws might dig into you and favors them instead to cling and claw on the wood of the now definitely need of replacing headboard of the bed. His growls are so animalistic up against your ear and every throb of his cock physically shakes your body to it's core.

His thrusts of his hips are desperate. His tail bouncing you so needingly as he twitches and leaks from all of his previous releases inside you that come flooding out between your legs and running the bed below with every move. He growls out to you the announcement of his final arrival, getting you screaming demanding for it - as if you were going to die without it.

When it comes you're pushed down the farthest you go go down on it, your core exploding your release as well, when you swear every single bit of you is swamped by the mess. Your eyes twitch back as the haze fades away and you flop forward bonelessly into the tight hold of your lover's tail before eventually that grip is replaced by tight warm human fleshy grip instead, the scaly one fizzling away into demonic embers.

You didn't even care to think about all the filth underneath you. Once you catches your breath your arms wrap tightly around the sweaty body from above you, your ears greeting by snores. You couldn't help but to softly giggle to yourself as you love had tuckered himself out. Well, with the nature of demon heats and all, this was far from over so you had plenty enough opportunities to talk about things but for now...

Rest sounded wonderful.

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Kinktober threesome with robin and franky? 😏

In this event you were supposed to list two other options just in case your pick was already taken but since this one was sent at the tail end when majority of days were taken I decided to be flexible on it so hope you enjoy!

Day 18: threesome

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

Your breath is heavy as you barely wield the strength to hold up your own head, warm blossoming hands caressing and folding your body so securely that you swear your bones are nothing but jelly at this point. You cry, pleasuring tears as the crook of your neck arches back into the chest of the tall woman with soft gentle eyes gazes down upon you with a breezy chuckle past her glossy yet kiss swollen lips.

"Such a delight as always, (Name). Letting yourself be used like this." Her tone scorches heat to your numb cheeks is only the icing on the cake as your body lay there relishing in her many armed pin down, nails of the sprouting hands providing a nice sting to your skin. From out from underneath you and wrapping around to grab at your throat and gently squeeze around your face to bring you closer to her is the woman's natural arm that's actually her - from what you could immediately determine given the clone arms tending to give put less heat in comparison to her actual body. From the glimmering domineering presence in her eyes that never fails to get your heart scattered about your chest and your stomach churning to how raven black hair just so perfectly frames her face only swishing around from every movement made to your body and tickling your face every now and again but no - no what your most focused on is her lips and the wicked sexy curl they turn into. It's just... so perfect you can't help but to throw up your hands to pull her down to meet you into a clumsy kiss.

"Hey, uh, you know you two I'm glad you're having yourself a super time but don't forget about the super cyborg in the room over here!" The both of you pull away to look at the man in between your legs and for the first time in several minutes you're aware of your lower body's existence once more.

While sprouting summoned hands hold up your ankles and spreading your thighs way a part, is the comically large prostatic dildo that is Franky's penis inside you.

Robin can't help but to chuckle to herself. "Well, it seemed like you were busy in the moment so I thought I could steal (Name)'s attention, my apologies Franky for being so selfish," She leans back forward to kiss you once more, before your lips tongue humming; "-they were just too cute I just couldn't help myself." The cyborg pouts.

"Don't worry you're cute too." Says the archeologist after your kiss, pulling herself forward and evermore pushing you are squished between them in theirs. One sharp thrust that hits deeper and sweeter inside your ears a loud squeak shooting from your throat that Robin chuckles at as she moves back, sprouted hands spreading you even further and shoving you further on Franky's cock.

Soon you're breathless and almost panting for your life in between the noises that you hoped that the rest of the crew from outside the ship were still tuckered out from the night out partying so that they didn't hear. Franky's hands squeeze and pinch in deep marks on the delicate skin of your thighs as he jams each and every slam into your hole following by all the sweetest yet dorky lines of praise that only the cyborg would be able to think of. Robin's many hands grip and pin down every joint they can to keep you grounded and start squirming in one place so that you could could feel every single bit of pleasure from your given by your lovers and every a sprouted mouth appears in the fray to lavish at your need increasing everything by tenfold.

"More - need to-" you let out a raspy wine as you breathlessly plea.

"Please what?" Robin teases, her voice low comping upon your ear and your chest tinges as you barely find the strength to be able to repeat yourself with the pleasure shaking your core as Franky next thrust is off angle and presses deeply into your walls. "-I need more." You finally managed to wheeze out. Robin offers Franky a look from over your shoulder.

"Hmmm," The cyborg hums in dramatic fashion before the grip on your legs suddenly loosen and your whole being flipped on your stomach where Robin has moved further on the bed and her hands laid delicately on your face and your led to where her own wet need awaits.

"You've been so good for us, (Name). I'm sure you'll sound so lovely when you've reach you peak with us but it would be ashame if the others picked up on what we've been up too tonight, isn't that right Franky?" A sudden slap gets the cyborg the yelp out a surprised moan as you look back and see one of the sprouted hands groping his ass, red faced he quickly nods his head with a thumps up. "Y-yeah, she definitely has a point there. I'm not exactly interested in making up stuff on the fly whenever Luffy or Chopper has questions 'ya know."

Cheeks flushed you give her a nod as you look at your lover's dripping arousal with hunger, mind hazy you lean forward as delve in going in deep as you can as you mouth ravishes her. Robin's hands squeeze tightly into your hair as she let you make your own pace as start in beat of Franky's shuddered thrusts that push you everso further into your rhythm.

In tangled between Franky's sweet but rough lips on your back and shoulders and Robin's sweet moans and shivers - you let your body go limb. With Robin's fingers clutching onto your head to control where your tongue goes both inside her and up against sucking her clit and the pink walls of her lips and with it could be argued if it's Franky large hands on your waist or his cock that was completely wrecking your hole keeping your up and moving, you didn't have to do anything and your eyes roll entirely into your skull because of it.

But all good things must eventually end when you all nearly come at the same time; first it's Franky whose high technological penis goes about haywire with reaching its sensitivity limit and the artificial lube combusts inside of you on the spot at the same time the knot in your gut completely snaps and you yourself clenched around him as you melt into you high seconds before Robin hisses out a low growl curse and her knees lock around your shoulders as her come drenches your entire face.

In those few moments time seemed like it nothing existed, not a care in the world as you three eventually untangled from each other - messy sloppy kisses all around. Robin's devil fruit limbs finally fades away as she gathers the strength to sit up and help you sit up while Franky gathers a cloth to help wipe off your face and the lube that is currently still flooding out of your hole and onto the sheets below.

Eventually you laid between them, none of really saying anything because there's nothing to say - it's all been silently said before every time you three have been in the afterglow like this. All of you weren't necessarily the most best of people when it comes to relationships but you all knew you cared about one another - you're crewmates afterall and maybe that's why the reality of what this relationship between you three became almost taboo like to say out loud in fear of making things awkward between you three and/or the rest of the crew. The fireworks that still shoot of with the rest of the crews celebrate outside become more of white noise as you all lie there with your eyes growing more heavier and heavier as time goes on, Robin rests her head on your chest and Franky his hands across your waist and rest to the other side of Robin to include her in the cuddle it warms your heart.

You love both of them, you really do and you know that they feel the same about you and each other. Maybe it want go anywhere until the day Luffy has the crown or after the crew eventually parts but for now in these crazy times you'll dream of your little fantasy of what the future of bring with these two right by your side.

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Heya, Moosh!

I have 3 prompt suggestions you can pick one from:

Dante with 20

Vergil with 17 (reader's loss of virginity)

Vergil with 4

Note: All prompt requests have Gender neutral reader.

Hi Bee! Wonderful to see you in my inbox I really hope this came out to your liking I may have added a bit of plot before the naughty business tho! ☺

Day 17: loss of virginity

(This work includes gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Now you might now know this, but Vergil's a wreck. (I kid, I kid, we all know that and we love him either way)

He hasn't made... the best decisions throughout his life. He knows that. He has done quite a lot of damage to the people around him and as V he's come to terms with that and is at least trying his best to help improve the best he can with it and learning to reconcile and reconnect with his family. Even with that he never expected to feel this... warm sense of happiness he does now. He's on actually talking terms with the son he never knew he had, he can actually can full out conversations with his brother without them ending in brawl out fights, he's made actual friends with the crew of his brothers business, he's dealt with the sickness "issue" and is able to look Trish in the eyes now without seeing - her. He's made progress.

But the most flooring thing to him was finding you; being his lover.

After all this time he thought he was not deserving of someone like you: someone who could love him just like his utter most desire wanted for decades. He thought after all this time you could never fall for someone and here he is now. It drives him crazy almost, but yet he savors the unfamiliar warm feeling that swells up in his chest every time you say his name or look in his direction.

The old, younger, Vergil would call himself pathetic by this feeling over a human such as yourself. The new, older, Vergil couldn't thrive without it with the strength you give him. The strength that encourages him to continue towards on this path he's on. It's taken quite some time and lots of hurdles to reach this point to have him feel this way for you and gotten him to open up this much to you but it's definitely worth it.

It's only then when you ask to take the next big step with him that the son of Sparda's calm peace of mind crumbles once more. Once again he succumbs to the dark creeping thoughts that shut himself out once again.

You asked him to take your virginity.

Vergil's sexual history is... surprisingly not that long, he was trapped and corrupted at only nineteen after all which didn't give him much time to really go out and really explore himself. Though his sex drive isn't that high to begin with, but on very rare occasion throughout his travels learning about his father and when the sudden very human curiosity kicked in he would spend either the night or a few hours with any human man or woman who somehow catches his interest. This is how he concluded Nero was... created through one of these encounters. He never knew what happened to these partners after their time together, but a deep guilty feeling in his gut settled nothing good after all demons under Mundus hunted him for years and would go after any ties they could find of relating to him. This puts a real sickening taste in Vergil's mouth especially today. Of course Mundus was long sealed by his brother at this point so there was nothing necessarily to worry about but the superstition still is in the back on his mind so he makes notable space of himself for the next week or so after you ask him.

Though of course, you're very quick to notice and the second you're alone with him again you talk about it.

You stand between him and the doorway to the kitchen when you talk to him. Dante was out on a job, leaving the two of you alone with nothing but the office to yourselves; the perfect opportunity to have such a discussion.

"You're avoiding me, I want to know why." You say plain and simple.

"Have I?" He acts ignorantly, tone very blunt as he sits at the table cloth wiping down Yamato's already shining blade. You frown as your nails claw on wood. "Yes and you know you have." Sharp pale eyes dart to you with a frown.

"Look, I get that you need you space but could you at least tell me ahead of time? I don't want to be worried that I did something on constant for days." Vergil pauses his cleaning process for a few moments before looking away to speak again.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine, nothing you need to concern yourself by." With that he continues his cleaning, unbothered like the conversation didn't even happen. You swallow your sudden waver of pain and guilt as you consider just leaving it at that... but you can't. It's eating at you.

"Did I weird you out by asking you that?" Genuine confusion washing over your lover's face.

"What?"

"Did I make you uncomfortable by asking you to-" You couldn't get the words out, just throwing your hands to your face as both embarrassment and distress shake over you. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I asked such a thing that I should've waited until I knew you were more comfortable with the idea, I-" You don't even realized that he's tricked over and holding your hands in his, making you as soon as you open your eyes look into his softened sad ones. You gulp down your next breath. Gentle thumb comes up to wipe away your threatening tear before he closes his eyes with a sigh.

"No, it didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Then-"

"It's... just something that took me a time to process. I means more than you could imagine that you would ask that of me, truly it does, I just I don't think that-" His breath shutters out. "-you would find it at your best interest to deal with my 'baggage' let's say and my worries I can't shake." You find yourself lightly gasping as his tugs you into closer and buries his face into you neck.

"I'm afraid I'm going to mess up again. That somehow I'm going to ruin it and everything that I've done and found is just for nothing. I'm going to loose you, Dante, Nero, everything. All for some petty fuck up on my part. I'm afraid I'm going to do something wrong."

You find yourself able to breathe once more, everything he's said echoing and rewinding in your head. You were glad he told you, you're glad he wasn't taking step backwards and decided in the end to share with you this. Vergil stays silent as he holds onto you before you pull back and look him directly in the eyes.

"Vergil, to be perfectly honest; I'm scared. I don't know what I'm doing but... I want to share it with you. Why? Because I trust you. I love you, I've seen your progress and just about everything you've done to reconnect and make actual effort with your family. You're not alone like how you once were, if you make mistakes all of here are going are going to help you through with it and if Nero has to bitch slap you a few times to put your senses back into place, so be it. I will love you the same no matter what. And I trust if you slip up you'll will do the right thing and come to us for help. I believe you and I always will. Vergil I wouldn't ask anyone else to be my first because I want it to be with you." You want as his eyes dart around your face, his expression very Vergil like and unreadable, this makes you bite your lip and look away.

"But if you still haven't changed your mind, that's okay I-"

Warm gloves come to tug your lips into his, taking you by surprise as you uncontrollably moan into the kiss. Once he pulls away his breaths are hot against your face.

"I love you."

The air is humid, smells of desire and sweat. Your mouth hangs almost permanently open as you lean your head back gasping out the only word left in your vocabulary. Vergil. Your body lay strung out on the sheets, entangle with his. Your cheeks are hot as you feel his large rough hands scale and explore every crevice of your body - leaving no stone unturned in places you never could have dreamed making you feel this good.

"Vergil," you pant out, a breath flexing from your chest before your hands claw at the meat of his shoulders. He pepper kisses along the base of your neck before trailing up to your earlobe giving it a gentle pull. "-please." You buck down onto his fingers that prod in curl in the depths of your hole. It was different, so different, nothing you could have ever possibly have done yourself. He's so big and every movement is so calculated that even if you wanted to hide you noises he made it beyond it possible.

The knot in your gut twisted.

"Vergil-"

"Come around them," Your cheeks flush with the words, teeth springing forward to catch your lip, your head can't help but to want to twist away but your lover catches it - meeting your stare.

"I want to watch you let go with it," His mouth hangs for a few more seconds. "Please."

You give him just that.

Catching your breath his smothers you with kisses and in between for the briefest of moments the both of you just pause to stare at each other. You weren't sure exactly what you found so amusing about it but your intertwine chuckles mix together as you laid rested forehead to forehead.

Vergil's hands tightly squeeze yours as he moves to adjust himself in your legs, your thighs crossed on his hips. With one of reassurance and mind numbing kiss as he brings himself to align with you, the skin slick from the hour of preparation and arousal that makes your skin tingle and inch closer and closer onto the tip of his cock while your heart rashes inside your chest.

Did it hurt? You weren't sure. There were tears but you weren't exactly sure if they were from pain or overwhelming pleasure you felt, either way there kissed away. You both just lay like that for a long few minutes, time seemingly standing still as you both were in a tug and pull fight in each other's mouths but it's finally your whine that gives your lover the signal to move.

His eyes are so gentle the entire time, never once leaving you throughout - not wanting to miss a signal moment. Into the early hours of the morning he takes you, thriving on every cry and screaming you give of his name. By the time you're both finished and settled into each other's embrace you're beyond light headed and the lingering soreness, that even though Vergil slowly rubs out with his hands down your arms and shoulders, you know that your limbs are practically going to be useless for the rest of the day and possibly even the day afterwards. But that was future you's problem, now you just wanted to melt into the mattress and knock out - your lover seemingly having the same idea.

Something rather quite... calming seeing Vergil, a man with a history of sleeping troubles, fall asleep so easily. He is a gentleman after all so of course he does try to accompany you and attempt pillow talk as much as he can but eventually even a son of Sparda can't resist and you want him fumble off next to you. It's cute, especially know you're aware that he snores. With your own eyelids heavy and getting as much enjoyment from the sight sleeping next to you, you let yourself nod off not that long afterward. But not until your arms are tucked nice and comfy around Vergil, just so maybe when you wake up you'll still be like this. You smile to yourself.

You knew you made the right choice.

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May I request dmc V 20, 2 on V's neck or hands, or 10 reader receiving? Love your writing, thanks so much for holding this event to share your genius with all of us! ❤

Awww thank you 🥺 That means so much, now this did come out to be a really an emotional and a bit of a comfort piece a tad bit than previous planned when drafting but still I hope you enjoy!

Day 20: cockwarming

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

He looks so good from underneath you; looking up at you with such loving foggy forest green eyes, looking up at you like his whole world and beyond and he tells you this through low husked out breaths, almost if he were on the verge of tears, he loves you and you mean absolutely everything to him as the man unworthy of redemption of the actions of his other self - how you can love such a man whole has done so much unspeakable things that keep him awake at night and sobbing panic as he woke up to you on this one.

He doesn't move and nether do you - you both just click so perfect together at the point where you two connect that you two just relish in the feeling, not the feeling of pleasure that brings with him being inside you nor you clamped so tight and wet around him, no just the feeling of your lips taking each other and holding onto each other like it was your very last moment you ever could together. V whimpers as his fingers tug on your hair and he bites down on your neck to muffle out and emotions but with the twitching and the loosening grip on the back of your head shows you exactly how weak that attempt is that you push back and stare him in his eyes so kind and gentle the second he meets you he breaks leaving you to kiss away his tears.

"I love you, I love you, I love you-" he utters, it becomes a mantra of sorts as his head tucks in the crook of your neck as you just lay there together. You wrap your arms around him, trying to push down the moan threatening to spill out of your throat as his cock twitches in you just the right way before you repeat his sentiment.

Your arousal flows out of you and slicks onto your lover's skin underneath you as your hole bit by bit loosens and stretches around you that even with the tiniest of movements gets body quaking pleasure to thrum through your body. "V," you look back to him before he catches your throat, teeth scraping around the skin and biting down letting the sweet sound of your startle shock greet his ears and the heavenly squeeze around his dick that shutters through him.

More, he needs to give you more.

His hands streak up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in his wake. Through glossy eyes he watches and listens to your body vibrate and quiver as you plummet further downwards onto him. He curses through gritted teeth.

"You're doing such a good job, th-thank you - V. I don't know what'd do if-" His nails take down your spine that cuts you off. His cock swells so deep inside you it makes your head spin.

"-doing such a good job, V, please I want you to come. Please," your voice is so breathless. "-come in me just like this. I want it - I want all of you - in me, in me, in me-" your hips begin to twist and turn so sharp but never turn into anything but that, the tip of his cock practically rubbing the deepest part of your inner walls he can reach as he's so deep to the base inside you he hisses out a curse, eyes rolling back.

His come drips between your legs and comes flooding out the moment his cock unplugs from you. Hair sticks to his face as he lays back absorbed in his pillow until you move and adjust yourself right up next to him that he can wrap a tattooed arm around you and nuzzle into your chest and your hairs immediately find their way to his sweat raven locks.

This was nice, once the emotion died down and tears and sweat dried off on his skin. It was overwhelming, how fearful he felt laying there so helpless in his arms - but that was the Vergil in him talking. No, he knows better. He wasn't alone, he had you and you made it very clear no matter what the past half of him and done and went through... he was himself, all you said you needed. That... touched him in ways he was sure even the Vergil in him could feel... he felt loved. Everything he ever had been seeking for; he found. Finally after all this time, he had it.

Protection and love.

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Do you still write elder scrolls? If so may I ask serana 9 with reader receiving and maybe with her drinking blood from the reader but only if you're comfortable of course or 15 and 23? Thank you ^○^

Oh heeeeell yeah I'm always down to write to write for Serana, I think about the missed opportunity bitch-thesda had making her one of the few npcs that had actual development that I wanted to marry in the game... but that's what mods are for I guess 😔

Day 9: biting

Cw: Vampire related blood drinking, if this is a topic that makes you uncomfortable please feel free not to read any further. Also reader isn't directly stated to be the dragonborn, but is very lightly implied.

(This work includes: gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Hunger ebbed at her, it had been so for months. Being a Vampire Lord, unlike with most regular vampires, she can store and surface her bloodlust for very long periods of time. While there was the set back that with not being fully fed meant she wasn't at her full strength and hasn't been so since before she awakened. Now even after all this time being asleep, defeating her father, and traveling around on adventures with adventures with you was she just now reached her limit and was approaching starvation.

She has... a complicated relationship with being a vampire, of course. Before, feeding, while not being enjoyable, it wasn't necessary a set back - do it to survive only to escape the further fears of reuniting with Molag Baal in the 'afterlife' - but now... now she has she has more human companions she's grown to care about since back then. She has you in an equal complicated relationship, she's... scared to do it now, what if she loses herself and accidentally hurts you - becoming no better than one of those monsters you hunt? It scares her to death what she could unwillingly do to you.

Your touch feels so coming and loving against her skin that her dead heart sings for more it. Through humanly teary eyes she watches your soft smile as you pull her gently down into your kiss, your fingers intertwined with brunette hair as you kiss her deeply and throughly. Even if she doesn't need breath, she craves for it, you take her breathlessly that shakes her worries and when she pulls away her eyes dart in fifty different places as her lips gape for words.

"I don't... trust myself." She admits. "It's in my nature to go too far - I don't-"

"Look at me, Serana." Her bright eyes find it hard with tension to meet yours but finds herself not having a choice when your warm yet battle-roughened hands flush against her cold cheeks to make her turn her head to look down upon you.

"It's quite alright," your voice hums to her. "-after everything we've been through together and all the dangerous hoards we've slayed, I think I have a hunch I can deal with a but more blood loss and besides I... want to do this for you."

"(Name)," Her voice was so gentle, so damming that at any moment she could just easily tear down and just break. You lay back, your naked sweaty - from previous sexually charged activity - body sinking into the old inn bedsheets several towels behind your head on the pillows. Serana's eyes subconsciously trail to your chest up to your throat, your heartbeat loud in her ears. You tilt your head to give out your neck more, heavy needy breath rocking out from your lips.

"Serana," you plea. Your hands travel to her shoulders and give the tight muscle a squeeze for reassurance before wrapping them around her to gently pull her closer yet giving her enough room to give her an out if she really does want to. Yellow eyes met your own while the last few thoughts settle into her mind, before you know it she's adjusted herself so she's holding your hands on the back of her head.

"It might hurt... but if gets too much and I'm not stopping, pull me off. No matter how much I'm in you, get me off with every bit of strength and do whatever you have to. Make sure I'm off you and you can stop the bleeding as much as you can." You give her a nod which seemingly calms her nerves. After a few more kissing moments, her warm breath is fanning over your shoulder and her teeth is body shiveringly scraping gently against your flesh.

While it does at first hurt the moment fangs enter their way into and breaking through your flesh, however, unlike what you've been told whether it be through travelers in taverns or the Dawnguard; the hellish experience of having your blood taken but you rather find the experience... pleasant with the warm rush and body tingles it brings you.

Best phrase you could think of describe it being is its like your soul you can physically feel being sucked off.

Your hands do what you were instructed to and don't let go of your love's head, just in case things make a turn, however you find it bringing one problem: you can't reach down and feel at where your pleasure is at it's highest between your legs, having to depend on squeezing and continuingly readjusting your thighs to add just enough friction to your throbbing sex. Next to her you pant and whine as you listen to every drink of you she makes right blew your ear.

"Sh-shit," you curse, your fingers tightening on her head as some sort of ground to hold on to but you find her eyes darting to meet yours. "I'm fine, I promise." She hums radiating through your body that gets your legs to tightly clamp together.

"I need - need s-some-"

You practically scream when her hand mischievously finds its way scaling down your body and diving between your legs. You stutter out noisea of incoherence the moment her long fingers find their way to grab ahold and pump around/inside you fucking you nice and slow. Your breath is uneasy as you lay back and stare up at the ceiling. You feel light headed, from the blood loss or pleasure your not sure but it's the first you're aware of the warm seeping and spilling down your neck and shoulder most definitely staining bedsheets below. You didn't even want to think about offering up an explanation to the innkeeper. Honestly pleasure made it easy not to and not giving a damn at the moment.

It's easy to come like this. So easy that you do so very loudly; your grip so tight on the vampires head that you dug her down even deeper while you scream your love for her. The last part, you didn't realize you even did but Serana more than enough hears.

Your bones liquify the moment Serana detaches herself from you, her teeth leaving a little sting behind as a goodbye that gets one last moany shake from you.

Good. That felt very good. But what made it all even more better was the sight it left you with: Serana hovering over you with her face dirted and messy with your blood with a bright almost cat-like awareness in her eyes, speaking of which that don't leave you for a second most likely having a very mutual feeling about how you look in this bloody afterglow. You smile as your body dips from the adrenaline and your limbs suddenly feel heavy but you fight through it so your hands can could to wipe at her lips.

"I never figured you the type to be the messy eater, love."

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Hi Moosh! I have a question: can I ask a nsfw with f/r? If not, gender neutral is fine. Here it goes Benn Beckman + Shanks + reader, numbers:26 (reader receiving) 13 (mutual) 8 (benn or shank receiving)Thank you (english is not my main language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes)

No you did fine english isn't my first language either! And yes rules did specify for gender neutral reader and 13 and 8 were for one character + reader only but that's all fine! Don't worry! I was expecting for one of the two characters options that were available to be of Benn and Shanks for some reason 😅 so why not have it now? Anyway I hope you enjoy... I did get a bit carried away.

Day 26: double penetration

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

There wasn't much room in that tiny storage room crammed to the brim of crates and bins full of exotic drinks from all parts of the world from all four Blues and both Paradise and New World parts of the Grandline, there's so much alcohol in this one tiny storage room that it absolutely reeked of it. Fit for an emperor with such varied tastes, which is fitting for the situation you find yourself in; shoved into this tiny boozed reeked storeroom because both you and your captain, said emperor, were too drunk and too horny to make it up a flight of steps to reach to your proper cabin.

It started simple as such; sneaking away from the loud party at the Red Force's center bar - which was pretty easy to do without getting noticed when 97% of the crew are party animal alcoholics too busy with their shanties and drinking contests among themselves. After a few songs and drinks it started with things getting slowly more and more heated as you sat at an off by table away from the main crowd - kisses exchanging the sake aftertaste and hand(s) exploring more and more of each other until things reach a breaking point and your the one to pull Shanks by the only arm he has out of the booth to get to the closet place you could get out of sight before practically tearing each other's clothes off the second you're pulled into the store room.

Then that's when Benn showed - the only person who realized you two were gone and with since to go check on you two before your drunken shenanigans got out and you gain attention of marines or something and last thing Benn needs is to be in need to able shoot and defend the crew while maintaining a buzz (though chances are he's most likely still not going to miss) - door open mid thrust that Shanks' in you sitting onto one of the crates, your back to him body completely jelled out helpless as only one arm is all it take to pound you up and down to flush back against each thrust of his cock, that you just turn into deers in headlights that it even takes a full moment before anyone says a word and you someone does it you;

"Want to, uh... take a load off?" The emperor behind you takes a moment to look at you before giving a shrug, adjusting his arm around to slip under your thigh and and tug one of your legs wider - exposing your already filled hole with a challenging grin. With that handsome smug face and how already fucked out and utterly needy with your expression and drenched sex it's easy to find himself taking another swing at the drink in his hand before setting it down kicking the door shut back with his foot with a quiet click. How at that moment how could he possibly say no?

This is no where near the first time you three have done this together, quite the opposite actually where it's a common past time when traveling between islands and patrolling Red Haired pirate territory but you swore with every single time you find yourself in the arms of two of the New World's strongest you can't help but feel like it's the first time all over again. Callused hands from years of fighting rubbed and sweep across your body; whether from holding a part of you in place, to tugging you further into a kiss or heated plunges deep inside of you, warm touches keep you ground as your body is ravished and used - Benn right up against your ear with husky whispers speaking the dirtiest things that would get even Kaido to blush, which Shanks finds in amusement from behind you with a loud chuckle rumbling chuckle that vibrates from his place behind you as he grinds into you.

"Ay, Beckman you kiss your mother with that type of mouth?" He teases, the sharpshooter only give him a deadpan look that somehow gets the red head to laugh even harder.

"You're off your ass, captain."

"With you talking so open and raunchy like that? You're the talk, Beckman. Now come back over here and do it more. I'm starting to think (Name) is rather quite enjoying themselves, isn't that right?" Your breath comes out in rapid pants as your hands desperately reach out to clasp and claw the the nearest surface (being that signature red hair) behind you in a flurry of whimpers and crys that no matter how full you are right not it just isn't enough - you want more, all you that can physically take with how you gut twists at turns demanding as if you will die without it. Which these two take as a personal challenge.

Your hole is practically flooded with how much arousal and come is pouring from it. With Beckman on his knees below, your legs of his shoulder mouth and tongue swishing, flickering, and alternating around devouring and ravishing the sweet bundle of nerves of your sex to trailing down to your filled hole and giving the balls that spark the non stop curling knot in your stomach with every collision to your flesh a good few sucks and licks before his tongue flickers up his shaft to meet where the two of you are diving in and out of each other getting a loud hiss back breathing from the both of you - all it taking to get that pleasure numbing coil to snap through you, your need practically exploding (most notably on the first mate's face in the process) knocking the wind right out of you, body long exhausted but need still flickering through your veins as your head is effortlessly tilted back to mash together with you captain's and to be lifted up way off your feet as the first mate stood up off the ground with a loud crackle of knees tugging you off the emperor with a audible pop of his cock slipping out.

No time at all do you find yourself right back where you were; face flushed, body shivering and tingling with overstimulating pleasure as you could barely fit the two cocks in your abused little hole as they rubbed together in the tight contains of your fleshy walls - barely able fit around properly as they stretched and squeezed you apart. You didn't even want to even think about just how much of a mess they as spilled on the floor even to get to this point, and frankly that was the last thing you wanted or cared to think about. Instead your minds to occupied back the way your sandwiched in between these large two men that tattooed your back, neck, and throats with passionate bites that came between the assaulting kisses that went around all three of you; from you being pulled back went the two in domineering ways of sharing to them going pully all they've gotten at each while you just skack back and take a few moments to regain breath. It's intense. Very intense. You never want it to end.

However, that end does come at some point with the room feeling scorching with hot sir and how sweat keeps raining down from you bodies with each movement. It's Shanks that busts first before gasping down in the the nape of your neck before Beckman soon follows afterwards with a low throaty hum of your name. For next few moments are the absolute sweetness as ecstasy and light sober grog starts to kick in as you lax back and let yourself be held up like so. In between tired kisses, everything just so calm when the tiredness starts to kick in that you don't even realize that your being set down by the creaky floor of the ship below. In the clean up to make sure anyone who list so happens to stumble in here has at least a less of an idea what mess happened in here in this tiny storeroom this late evening, things seemingly just altered back to the way it did before like nothing happened - and that messed with you a bit. You and Shanks were already a pre established thing so that wasn't the issue there but instead it was with the first mate; obviously even through the stoic cracks it showed that something in him enjoyed this more than just the sex and both you and Shanks had long figured that out by now. But every time you as a group would finish and clean up and see that you both were alright he would be very quick to leave, did he feel like he was overstepping boundaries by staying? The moment he looked to walk out the door something in you snapped and refused to let it go any further.

"Benn, do you want to come back to bed with us?"

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Hey, hey!

Super excited to see what you do with all of these kinktober requests! Nero’s got me feeling some kind of way lately, so can I request: #29 (Nero in cuffs), #13, or #8 (Nero receiving)?

Hi rowdy! Wonder to see you here and I really hope you liked all the requests si far and I hope you enjoy this one too!

Day 29: hand cuffs

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

It wasn't a sight Nero expected to see once entering the space of your share guest bedroom at the Devil May Cry office but it definitely was one he was willing to go with, one kick of the door with his heel behind him telling you as much as you needed to hear. There you were, clad in the most lewdest of underwear he had ever seen in his entire life (quickly piecing together that's what you must have bought during your 'secret' trip with Trish and Lady last week) and more importantly looped around the palm of your hand was something even more interesting; a pair of shiny purplish blue handcuffs that if it wasn't for the sudden tightness of his dick in the confines of his leather pants or the voice of his horny demon in his hear he would be blushing until the skin face melted off. But none of that matters when his feet enter horny autopilot to go over and crawl over to you on the bed.

He never figured you to be the type to be into this kind of thing and when he's about to make a some sort of stumbled out line about it, unexpectedly he's the one flipped over until he's straddle and wrists pinned the the headboard.

Oh.

You given him a smirk when the blue cuffs click together and both wrists are pinned on top of his head to only clip into another pair of cuffs that loop another the chain of the first and into the wall. He looks back at you and your smirk before crimson slowly and slowly crawls onto his cheeks. He clears his throat for words. "Al-alright. Show me what you got."

Twenty minutes and part of him, the demon half, is eating his words, moaning and rashing out the confines of the chains and special metal that holds him in places as he loses himself in the sweet torture your tongue does to him around the tip of his cock telling him to break it and shive your mouth and come so deep in you that he Mark's your insides as his - the over half, the human part half screams for more and squirms in the sweet pleasure of being forcible held back.

Oh yeah, the 'special' metal from what he could managed to get from you were crafted by Nico with such material that could weaken severely demon power in small pieces - meaning no demonic strength his to be found at his wrists and arms, meaning he can't just bust out of them, but meanwhile the power does run strong in other places; causes parts of his lower body to trigger and the need too 'mate and mark territory', as his own demon put it, to be stronger. He can't help but to mindlessly thrust up with every move he makes in your mouth through gritted teeth as he pulls at the cuffs.

"Please," he begs. You pull off his dick with a very audible pop and tilt your head, sticking your tongue out to rotate around his tip.

"Please what?" He clenches his eyes shut. "Don't make me say it-" He cries out as you lick across and up a vein along his shaft.

"Please!" The cuffs jingle as he tugs onto them more. "-undo me, let me fuck you please!" He begs. You giggle to yourself as you lean you face onto him and pump him with your hand. "Come just like that and I might consider it."

That be can do.

Nero squeezes his teeth as he humps frantically in your hand, cursed through them loudly as you hang your mouth open waiting for him to spray out. With his come on your face his falls back, cuffs being the only thing holding him up. You sigh before leaning forward to flush against his lips, him seemingly springing to life as you do tasting his own come as he hums into your kiss.

When you pull away he's only just now catching his own breath. "Good huh?" You ask. "I guess you could call it that."

He pushes himself forward to meet your lips again and his heart picks up when your hands reach to the restrains above his head. His heart soars once he returns feeling to his hands and he wastes no time in pushing you back to the sheets and turning the tables.

His lips assault yours as your hands spring up to tug tightly of silvery white hair and your throat thrums with satisfaction as his hand tears the bluish material off your lower body with one hand and is quick to fill you with it and pump in and out of you getting you to gasp out so loud that you don't even realize where your hands are until you feel cold against your skin. Your eyes dart up to see transparent aquamarine arms holding up your wrists and clenching themeetal trapping your hands, they then switch to the pale ones that wink back at you.

"Your turn, I think."

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Could I get with Vergil 4, 14 on vergil, 1 reader receiving?

Oh I'm going to have so much fun with this one.

Day 14: lingerie

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

Your eyes almost literally pop out of you head the second you enter your shared bedroom that late evening. There he was, legs crossed flipping delicate through the old worn pages of his book sitting in the old beated up chair that sat by the window - waiting for you. The absolute connivance that shined behind his eyes the second he hears that door behind you shut, not looking up to meet you just yet but the way his lips cocked to one side tells you straight away that this reaction he's getting from you was the exact one he wanted. With one snap of his book your whole body flinches in place as bright pale eyes come up to greet you, in one smooth motion as he sets his beloved book aside he gives you a better look at him uncrossing his legs and spreading them wide open to reveal the full picture.

Dark navy blue lace is what's stretched and pulled over to clad the son of Sparda whole. From his chest that shape a lovely V like pattern that fades back to spaghetti-tight straps across his broad shoulders and overall just exposes the deep dip of his chest and tuck back into black ruffles that merge into a corset that squeeze and exaggerate the posture and overall shape of his chest that causes the lace itself to look like it's on life support, to the engravings of black rose like patterns that design the front that eventually scoop down to the absolutely tightest black pair of panties, stockings, and blue gautiers you've ever seen in your life. Nothing could ever top this. You can die right on the spot right now and you could die right now and whatever afterlife there could be it wouldn't ever top this sight before you and with how fucking smug he's looking - he fucking KNOWS how attractive he is - at you you just fucking might.

Next thing you down he's tricked out of the chair and he's right behind you, lips right up against your ear. "I take it you like my surprise then? I thought from our earlier talk this was something you were interested in." You're not even sure how you respond but whatever it was it comes out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly in response, hands scaling up your shoulders with a light bite to your earlobe. You let him move you around like a puppet, pushing you forward and spinning you back to make you flop back in the chair he was just in, hands gripping tightly on your shoulders as he nudges his knees to straddle the sides of you hips and leans in to loom over top you. The singular bang of silvery white hair tickles your face as he holds you face in almost an inspecting manner.

"I was expecting an answer."

"Y-yes. Very much - I just wasn't expecting so... soon. And oh... wow." The grin that cracks from ear to ear could potentially send you to an early grave but he doesn't push it further - just leans back to let you look him over further giving up an up and personal closer look making you realize just how hard he was poking through the lacy material down there... oh and the thong gave you a really nice view of ass too, that was definitely a bonus that you share your exact thought by moaning out at the sight before finding your lips assaulting with his kiss. His tongue explores you whole mouths as his kisses and moans into it making you all dizzy headed until he pulls back, grinding forward on you that straggles a hiss out of you as well as a shutter but him it only gets a chuckle and a head tilts as he leans up to your ear with an utter;

"Well, if you like it so much - make it worth my while and show me just how much you can loose yourself to me and maybe I could be convinced to put on such a get up like this again, how does that sound?"

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Hi moosh how are you? For kinktober may I have 19 with reader receiving, 21, 7 all with yamato using he/him pronouns?

I'm doing fine, anon! And I adore writing for Yamato though I assume you meant he/him pronouns for Yamato and not reader? Because this event was gender neutral reader only and personally on this blog I personally use he/they pronouns for Yamato. Oh and forgive me if this is just me having a language issue and you actually meant for it to be this way but since in two other kinktober days already I've had Yamato doing oral sex on the reader so for this one I've changed it to Yamato receiving so he would have oral sex done on him I hope you don't mind but other than that I hope you don't mind and you enjoy reading 😅

Day 19: face fucking

(CW: The only piece of gendered language in this piece I used in this particular work is cock and dick with that reader verbally uses to refer to Yamato's sex, I use he/they pronouns for them and will try to switch them up best I can and any pronouns discourse I see = block. Also in this request Yamato deals with implied dysphoria especially name dysphoria with his title "oni princess". As well there is oral sexual acts done on them but again no gendered language besides the words cock and dick being said by the reader)

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Out of large callused hands the old wooden mask falls to the creaky paneled floor with a quiet fluttering clank. The tall figure of the man towers the doorway as through heavy panted breaths they shut the door with a quiet push, the damming creak the metal makes upon its closing jolts through the Yonko's son's bones as the last wave of anxiety rushes through him. They stand there for a few hesitance filled moments, haki radiating out of their body are searching through the door and down the halls of this particular floor of the manor for any possible life both organic and technological - those damn robot mice and all - that could've seen him duck in here.

Nothing. The halls were bare and lifeless as he once knew as a kid. That shackle on his wrist seemed suddenly much heavier than it did moments prior when he was ducking and scattering through the hall to get away from his father's 'entourage' that were task to dragged him back to listen about whatever drunk rant about the future of wano that the Yonko wanted give.

"Oni princess! Oni princess!" The words craved at him, echoing in their head over and over until their forehead rests on the door eyes squinting shut to try to drive the words away.

Shut up. Shut up.

Oni princess. Those were the words he's had to heard ever since he was a kid. He's so sick of them. He's in no shape a monster like his father, over the years he's fought tooth and nail to make sure that he never will be, by being like Oden.

But still. The words ate at them.

Oni princess.

It sparks rage into him, with his forehead pressed to the door their horns stratch deeper into the wood. Large fingers morph into claws as the Yonko's son balls into a fist, the chain of the shackle clanking against the door - sparking their attention to it.

If it weren't for this stupid thing he would be gone. He would have left a long time ago with Ace, they would've set out to sea and he would truly just be like Oden. But instead he had to sit, wait, and dream for that freckled man to come back for him.

But that hope all went away that day when that tiny slip went up to ashes.

Tears flood his vision and they forced themselves to hold back the instincts screaming out at him to punch the door and crash down the entire wall in front of them, run out and make it off the island as fast as he can. They can't swim, he knows that for a fact but... they're might be the slightest possibility that Kaido was lying about the explosive cuffs. Yes while he's heard stories about these same types of restraints given to slaves of celestial dragons there might be the smallest possibility that the hunk of metal that's been clinging to them since they were a kid might be fake after all... Kaido wouldn't kill his own child right? Right?

Deep down Yamato knew the answer, pulling back from the door.

Wiping their eyes they took a step back, looking at all the knew scratches that now decorated the wood. Breath caught heavy in Yamato's throat, looking to the claws sprouted on their hands. Oops.

Looking back finally to the small sitting around them, Yamato finally remembers the reason why he came here. You.

With a few slaps to the face to regain some form of composer, he dusts off his robe and smooths out the wrinkles. With his trusty kanabo set along the wall he slips off his sandals and set them next to their weapon by the door. By your desk to the off side of the room is a full length mirror that could fully fit someone of normal height such as yours; Yamato however has to squat a bit to see themselves for one final look over. Sighing to themself, he makes his way slowly to the archway leading to your bedroom.

It surprises him actually when he steps in and finds you nowhere to be seen - usually you're in here waiting for them when you and Yamato plan these little secret visits to your room instead of the attic. He looks everywhere; your closet, your reading area, your bathroom, under your bed - you're nowhere to be found. Then it springs to him: you're a headliner in their father's crew, he could possibly have you out on the job looking for him or... knots begin to form in his gut. In quick movement he springs his way to the exit, kanabo in hand and is about to reach down for his mask until-

"Yamato?" Honey bronze eyes dart over to where you're standing in the archway to the balcony outside. Relief shoots through them as they let both objects in his hand drop and he's rushing towards you.

"(Name)!" You're trapped and squished in your lover's tight embrace. You can't help but to feel giggles leap out your throat as you wrap your arms tighter around his waist to meet him. "Yama, I'm fine. No need for you to act so worried about." Yamato smothers themselves in your neck anyway. "I missed you." They huskly whisper.

"We saw each other earlier in the day."

"Yeah but I couldn't hug you then - I can hug you now."

"All you want." You hum. "All I want." He says back, almost in a reassurance to himself way as they move to rest his cheek on your crook of your shoulder, his whole mass still hulking over you. Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling of the archway separate outside from in, for a few moments you think before gently pushing your love back to look at you eith your hand gestured outside for them to join you. Hesitance dulls their eyes as he thinks about the possibility of risks it could be in someone on the festival grounds looked up and saw him with you up here but his worries at put at ease when you point to the wall of ivy crept up in the corner of the balcony way blinding the view from down below.

His large hands frame your face so easily when he kisses you. From all these months of practice, the kisses they give you are so calculated to the touch as he turns and tilts his head around to mix up the movement and sensation of his tongue press and prodding into your mouth but you're not slouching yourself when you deepen the kiss even further by pressing your lover back into the wall behind them that gets them to give you an enjoyable moan through your mouth. It's Yamato that finally pulls away for air as his head lays back to the wall given you a nice look at him with his robe undone and rolled past his strong arms as cascading to the ground, the lights that lit up onigashima making jagged patterns with the dark through the vines mixing in with the pale hazy light that leaked through illuminated both his and your skin. Your hands grip tightly to the back of his hair, undoing and letting flow ling white neon tipped hair slump down your lover's shoulders and covering bits of their chest.

"You're so handsome," Yamato's cheeks flush crimson as they dart their eyes from you.

"St-stop." They huff out. You smile at his pout, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at them with your widest grin.

"Why should I? It's true."

"But..." His expression saddens a bit as those damming words echoed through his head again. Oni princess. His eyes squint shut as to try to cut off any damming tears of evidence of their thoughts.

But just as always you can see right through him.

Your hands are so soft on Yamato's face as you adjust yourself on their lap to bring yourself closer to him and to make him look at you.

"You are nothing of what your father's men call you. You are nothing like your father, hell you're a better man than you're father even wishes he could be, Yonko or not. What you are is everything I could possibly want in a partner; you're handsome, strong, adventurous, brave. Your dedication and desire to be like a man you've never met and watched get executed when you were a child and your desire to stop at nothing to help free his country is just... unbelievably admirable. Hell, Yama I wish I could be just half as strong of a person you are. That's what makes you a man, not what foolish titles or body parts makes you. It's here," your hand caresses his chest, fingertips tapping to his notably quickening heart beat. "-it's here what makes you a man." You bite your lip for a few moments before letting the next string of words fall from your lips. "It's here that's going to get us out of here. What's going be your father and Orochi's downfall. Because it's something that they don't have."

Yamato's eyes are mystified as they find themselves lost for words and can only watch as you get off his lap.

"But if you need further proof I will give it to you." Your lover's mouth hangs wide open as you drop the floor on your knees your hands clawing at the meat of their thighs that at only covered by the thin fabric of his robes skirt. You look up at him, eyes patience for consent. The idea of what you asking to do bounces radically through his head, you've never - no one's ever - bright red shines their whole face. He's always has been first to offer giving pleasure of this sort to you, you are their lover after all and he adores you more than anything in the world and with your relationship having to be a secret given both of your status' and plans of rebellion in the background every chance you get to have heated encounters like this he's always determined to give his 100% in showing all the love they have for you but... being on the receiving end? Honestly it's never been a thought he's ever really... thought about. It scares him a bit due to - reasons but...

The way your (color) eyes shine up to them gives that dizzy butterflies feeling. They gulp the feeling down and one nod is all it takes.

Holy fuck why hasn't he agreed to this sooner? The thought hazily crosses the Yonko's son's mind as he props their head back with their mouth hung open for any damming noises to spill right out. His large thighs are frames to either side of you as you mouth goes to work on him, your nails tightly crawling on his hips giving their thighs a good satisfying scratch that gets a hissing curse out of them and one hands desperately clutches onto the ivy covered bannister.

Yamato doesn't look down at you, the agreement made for his comfortably for now until they get comfortable but a voice in the back their head does cry to desperate to know what you look like but its something they push away. Another time, he tells himself. In the meantime their other hand ha a supportive grip on your hair to guide each and every bob of your head you make to them, every once in a while you pull up for sur you tell him such things that make the desire in his lower stomach swell.

"Your cock tastes so good," That. That is staying with him for the rest of his life. "-I wanna choke on it." Th-that too.

You hum and twirl your tongue around him in your mouth, exploring a diving as much of his sex you can until he can just feel how much of their juices are actually covering your face every time your cheek rubs against their thighs. Your tongue fucks and ravishs every bit of them you could possibly explore, pulling you only to say how handsome and good he's doing or even how hot their cock arouses you and how much you love playing with it - so much he can't even feel his face with how hot and bothered your making him.

Yamato's chest heaves in an out and the tight grip on the banister makes the stone material start to crumble even as you bring them closer and closer to the edge.

"Shit - shit - shit -" They hiss before something just snaps the second your tongue hits a sweet spot on him. His grip on the back of your head suddenly tightens, taking you by surprise, thrusting repeatedly and roughly into your face making you almost gag around him before you readjust your mouth and tongue to properly meet to his sudden change of pace around them. Over you Yamato's face contorts as they begin to let themselves go and allow your tongue to drag him to heaven through his orgasm that rockets loudly through him but that absolutely doesn't slow down their pace as they continue to fuck into your pace until finally honey bronze eyes roll up to the deepest part of their head and the banister next to him erupts into stone.

Yamato don't even process the next several tens of minutes that they flutter into unconsciousness, but when he does come to his body is loose and bring dragged on the floor with you above them.

"Oh you're awake!" You sound definitely surprised. "With you out that long I thought I had enough time to put you in bed..." Even with that amount of time though it seems you still hadn't cleaned the come off your face, so a large hand comes to wipe your cheeks a bit before leaning up to kiss the rest off your lips. It's your turn to be embarrassed for the night when he pulls away with a grin over their lips. "You didn't even wait for me to have the chance to wake up?" You eyes dart over to the side.

"Well you sleep heavy."

"And you could have thrown out your back."

"Well I didn't want you to fall asleep outside! Imagine if King or somebody walked by and saw you! You broke the banister." That's right, he did. The railing that once held the ivy wall was down several floors below to the festival grounds on the ground floor. Oops.

When Yamato does make their way to their feet, they do so with a loud body crackle. "Well, if anyone did find us they would've know how good you did me." He jokes, getting him a light slap to the shoulder before you bend down and gather his clothes for them. "Here, so you don't forget them like last time." A shade of pink returns to your lover's face. "Oh... right."

You both return inside where you walk over to your bedside and begin slowly tugging off your clothes, not saying a word that Yamato stands in the doorway bundle of clothes in hand and scratching at the back of his head for you to say something.

"You joining?"

"Uh-"

"You didn't think I would ask you hear just to suck your dick and would be it, did you? I mean - unless you wanted to then-"

"Nonono! I want to," Yamato ruvs at the back of his neck with a head tilt. "I just didn't know if you wanted to since-"

You give him a smile. "No, I'm not done cherishing with my big strong handsome man yet," You outstretch you can that bring him immediately to drop everything in their hands. "-come here."

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Hi! May I request Zoro with 6 (smaller than him), 12 (on him), or 13? Thank you!

Should thing! Really hope you enjoy I hope this wasn't too ooc 😅 I kind of had trouble with it with not writing him in so long.

Day 13: dirty talk

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

"I've been looking forward to this all day..." the swordsman grogs in your ear second you shove him into a nearby closet, large hands scaling down length of your body and handling on your ass his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

You know if you thought back to several months ago you never would have expected this from the Zoro back then before the start of your relationship, the Zoro with little to no experience that fumbled and got easily embarrassed by just the mere thought of hand holding and kissing, you never would have thought that that same man could be the one now desperately shoving your pants down to your thighs and using big thick fingers to pry your hole apart and open, plunging in and each with such delicious roughness that got your eyes rolling amback and his name hissed from your teeth.

Wow you must've been a bad influence on him, huh? Well if this was the outcome, you would say definitely worth it.

"All day I've been dreaming about this, thinking about pulling you away like this and taking you - but every chance I got you were pulled right away with chores, leaving me wait and wait. And the worse part was you teasing me about it."

"Whatever could you possibly mean?" You tease, humming back into the short thrust and curl of his fingers inside you. A rough thrust shocks a gasp out of you. "The bending over, the bite at your lip, the 'what about the fourth sword' in front of everyone!" Okay the last one got a straight line of giggles out of you.

"It was in front of only Robin and Jimbe, they even got a laugh out of it." Zoro growls in your ear as he quickens the pace of his fingers.

"Well, let's just see how far teasing gets you. Let's see just how long it takes to get this slutty little hole to come, huh? I don't think it'll take much with just how well I fuck you, come on I want you too, I want you to come around my fingers - again and again until you grow tired and bored of it until you'll be begging to be coming around my dick instead."

"Actions are worthy more than words, big guy. I hope you got something to back that up with." He hums in you ear, fingers snapping right up in tandem right along you sweet spot with a toe curling bend that almost lifts you several inches off the ground - what ever follow up you were about to make dying right there. "A man of my promises, or where you so busy wrapped in your teases did you forget?" You smile to yourself as large fingers continue to wreck their way inside you, no you didn't forget. This was exactly what you wanted.

You're barely able to hold your own weight leaning against the wall, your nails dug deep in the wood as your toes clenched as you leaned forward on the tips as you were bent forward and having his whole face quite literally face first in the deepest anchors of your entrance from behind. A man of his word he was, milked every single mind jellying orgasm from you until you begged him to take you this way and still then some further shook your whole mind with just how much love and attention he gave to the over stimulated arousal soaked need of your throbbing flesh.

But even when smothered deep into you, that still didn't shit him up. Surprised? The man can literally talk with a sword in his mouth of course he can still speak to you when exploring his tongue in you. And he runs his mouth quite a lot, all with that hint of a smirk you can feel on the meat of your backer thigh.

"Close again already?" You whine his name through gritted teeth, done with games at this point. "Please," your tone spoke it all which it's shakiness and with how out of breath you were. "-I want it."

"Beg for it." He says, lightly biting down on the meat of your ass that sparks that last threshold of need through your body that just gets you to finally break.

You beg, you plea, you apologize for all your teasing, you say absolutely everything so unheld back and gasped out that your actually surprised when your tugged back with a large hand for you to bite down on and all of your noises to be muffled back by as you sudden release takes you by surprise.

Callused fingers unhinged from you mouth you can't help but to feel unnerved by the sudden feel of emptiness. From the other end, Zoro unlatched himself from you with a loud pop as he throws his head back for release of air. Gently set back onto the ground, your ragdolled to spin around and fall right back to the wall you were just face smooshed on moments before as you're greeted with the wet face of your lover with all your juices tattooing his cheeks and even sticking bits of green hair to his face.

"You okay?" His voice is secure. You give him a small nod, leaning into the new touch he gives you on your cheek. He hums, just for a second taking you in by the lips sweetly before that conniving smirk returns to him.

"Good, you'll need to be once I start fucking you're body ragged."

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Moosh I'm sorry I forgot it was gender neutral! V edging gender neutral pls😅😅😅

It's quite alright! I hope you like how it came out!

Day 8: edging

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

It was very surprising at first. One moment your head is spinning and your brain is like snow globe with pleasure in tiny little particles that swish and shake around creating one large massive feeling of built up inevitable pleasure threatening bit by bit to all come crashing and snapping apart the damn that was the coil in your stomach, the next moment your entirely ripped away from it - crashing down from your bliss to meet the wonderous look on your lover's face. His face tilted, emerald cloudy eyes that ran over your sweaty shivering form below him picking you piece by piece apart until they hit your own expression; mouth agape and heat swept across your cheeks that you looked at him flabbergasted as you bucked your hips down against his fingers, egging him to continue with a long orgasm-need whine of his name. With a hum he melts back into you with a kiss, cold slender fingers melted away at your sudden dissatisfaction with calculated thrusts deep in your hole that left you soaring right back up to where you were before.

What a very interesting reaction. One he wants to see if he can get again.

Your hands are flung back to grapple the pillow behind your head; your nails clawing and tearing at the abused bag of material as your legs tightly squeeze onto your lover's neck, raven hair rustling and tickling along the skin of your thighs as your body bounces and shakes with every thrust you shove out against his face as he devours you whole. With flicker and almost kitten like lick he makes in your insides makes you lose function of your sight with how far your eyes roll back into your head and how hard each breath takes out of you. You're flying. You can't feel the mattress at all below you. Hell, you can't even feel where you body begins and ends with how good he makes you leave you feel so light and weightless with each and every movement and noises he makes from his lustrous mouth. You can feel it, you can feel it like liquid fire through your veins about to explode out of every pore of your being and just about when your about to voice shatteringly announced your end your horrified to find all your pleasure gone. Taken away. All replaced by the smirking man between your legs; looking at you with such bullshit cockiness that he KNOWS exactly what he's doing.

"What's wrong, (Name)? Why such the long face? I thought we were just getting started?" Breath shutters out of you when the tips of his nails grip tightly onto the meat of your thighs. His hum sounds like honey to your ears as he moves up and speaks right up against you; "Prove to me you can hold it for just a bit longer and I'll give you more than you can dream of... can you handle that?" Your mind is jelly but you do give him an answer.

Hot air hisses through your teeth as feel-good tears stream down your cheeks. Every thrust he makes against the wet arousal stained skin of your sex as he fucks up against it and your thigh, inches away from your hole but never slipping in - but he doesn't need to, with how much he can feel how much your sex throbs against him he can just tell how close and on edge you are and just how much limits he can cross until you just completely break around him.

"V," You whine out, sweet raspy song to his ears he chuckles around it as he interrupts your next curse with his lips moaning and licking around the inside of your mouth. While it's obvious how much your body is screaming for it, you continue his challenge just as asked; while making sure you do feel that rush of mind snapping pleasure as your gently squeeze your thighs together sandwiching in his cock almost you immediately are quick to tear them apart the moment you feel yourself getting to close. Clever tactic, he thinks to himself, clever enough he's starts feeling pity the moment he feels how much quicker and quicker you are to make yourself stop as sign you release is inevitable. Well you had been doing quite good after all, he guess he can over up some pity.

"Come with me now," He drawls surprising you a bit with his first words for quite a period of time. "-come with me, together now." He moans out as his thrusts become more frantic as he fucks your skin. Your face turns hot as your body, long ready at this point, isn't one to disobey your lover's order and even if you did want to get a sentence out your body goes against it - immediately melting in place and falling back into V as your mind flashes to bright white and your legs clamp down making for damn sure that you get what you've wanted this whole time in such overwhelming waves that washes over you and tears your soul from body.

You scream.

Your body jellies backwards as your skin is melts deep with the insinked mattress. You feel good - no more than good - more than great more than... anything you could possibly put together. And yet it takes you longer than necessary to even realize that your legs as still being held up and spread a part as you meet the conniving forrst green eyes you can fall in love with again and again and again.

"Now," he states. "-I did promise a reward for being able to handle such control, didn't I?" You give him a confused look.

"What you didn't actually think that was the reward did you? No, that was an apology - a common courtesy for what I put you through tonight. No what I have in mind is much different... the opposite, in fact. Let's say I get you so wanton and and needy and makes you come so much around my cock that I will have to physically remind you of your own name when I fill you to the brim, how does that sound?" He chuckles to him as his warm breath rattles back up your desire for him over again that your back arches up into him.

"I take no objections then? Good."

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#2 with reader maybe insecure about scars #26 with thatch or #2 all with Izo please?

Sure thing! I don't get to write for Izo that often so I hope I do him justice in this! 😅

Day 2: body worship

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(NSFW under the cut as always)

This was his plan the very moment he found out that you had such feelings about the scars on your body. No matter how much you hated them, called them ugly, or how upset you were at them - Izo was determined, even if you didn't change your mind, to show some love to them.

It doesn't matter where you got them from or how they look, he wants you to know how breath taking you are to him either way. He'll take so much time just kissing and delicately running his tongue over the bits of worn flesh, warm air fanning across you with goosebump-creating tender and soft words to you in some sort of wano originated haiku string of words that can easily grab and squeeze at your heart and creating that urge to just cover your face and shrink away.

But he wouldn't allow that.

No, the moment you even try to attempt to hide away he'll be even quicker to tightly your arm away and hold it above your head and repeat the exact same words over again, louder, over and over again until he drills it so deep in your heart that you hear the words echoing in your head. Over and over, expressing his love for you as many times and different ways as many times as you need necessary until your body is shaking with the praise, the touch, and then the release. And if you need so, he'll gladly do it show you again just how beautiful to him you are. No matter the scars and the stories they might tell.

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